#I don’t even care about the terrible angle anymore

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Heya ^^ I'm wondering which jjk men do you think r dom/sub/switch?

Hard Doms

They don't make love. They fuck. They want complete control over you and won't tolerate any attempts at taking it from them - if you dare trying, they will punish you harshly. Definitely the type to fuck your throat, spank you, grab your neck, push your face onto the pillow. You always find yourself begging them to stop but they never care and just keep using you over and over again, like the insatiable primal creatures they are. Their only goal is to use your body so as to make themselves feel good and satisfy their most primitive and animalistic desires. They don't care about your pleasure and they don't care about satisfying you. They don’t seek connection, they don’t want to open up to you and if you tried to know more about their private and/or professional life, they would definitely tell you that you’re just his personal sex toy, so, you should know your place. They would advise you to stop sticking your nose where it doesn’t belong. To them, your opinions are worth nothing, unless requested by them. They will manhandle you on the bed like a ragdoll and do whatever they want to. It doesn’t matter if you try to take control or if you become bratty, because they know it will always end the same way – you under them, crying, pleading them to stop while they grin menacingly, thrusting into you at an animalistic pace. Definitely the type of men to say something like “you should’ve thought about that beforehand. Now take your punishment like the good girl you are. If you cum, before I give you permission, you’ll have to handle this cock for another hour”. They are real menaces; these men will drive you absolutely insane. The mind games they play with you will make you go crazy. You will be having sex over 4 to 7 times a day (depending on their availability). They are absolutely the worst boyfriends, on this list (or husbands, if you, somehow, manage to marry them), and will be terrible parents (very neglectful, demanding and abusive), but will give you the best sex of your life. With these men you have to stay safe - use protection because they don’t care about getting you pregnant. It’s your problem and not their fault. You will, most likely, end up raising the kid alone and if you don’t have a consistent sex routine with them, they will find someone else who will fulfill their needs. Toys hurt their pride. If you use them, these men will punish you. They will overstimulate you with them until you can't feel your legs anymore, fuck you dumb on their cock and after you cum, they will say something like "why do you use this, if you can't even handle my cock inside you for 10 minutes? Aren't you stupid..." They will fuck you anywhere, anytime. You belong to them and they will do whatever they want whenever they want. If you’re not available, they will make sure you become available. Menacingly too good at dirty talking. They will say the most vulgar things to you, while looking into your teary eyes, with a grin on their faces, fucking you roughly, as if their survival depended on it. They have great durability, so they prefer sex with multiple rounds and can last all night long if they want to. Sessions with these men are very rough. They will wear you out and rearrange your insides. They will make you cry, salivate, moan and orgasm multiple times, throughout the entire deed, leaving your body extremely sore. They don't give a damn about aftercare. You can take care of yourself. - Ryomen Sukuna, Zenin Toji, Zenin Naoya

Soft Doms

They don't fuck. They make love to you. Very slow gentle passionate lovers who are eager to make you feel good. These men have your pleasure placed as their top priority, always asking you for your consent, wanting to know if it feels good, if you want a faster or slower pace, if you want them to go deeper, if you want a different angle or position, if you want them to pull your hair, if you want them to say dirty things to you, if you want to be fondled or kissed somewhere, if you want them to use a toy on you, etc. These men seek connection - emotional and spiritual. They trust you, they open up to you, they let their walls down and warmly invite you in. They aren’t making love to a random person. They are making love to the only one they want to spend their lives with. The most romantic men ever, kissing you while making love to you, staring into your eyes, admiring your beautiful body under theirs, watching how it gracefully moves along their pace every time they thrust into you, while whispering how good you feel and how much they love you, into your ears. These men usually have a busy schedule so you won’t be making love as often as you’d both like, however, expect doing it at least once or twice a day. They definitely are the best boyfriends/husbands and will be the best parents. They don’t want you to get pregnant because of their risky professional field and busy schedule, but if it happens, they will be thrilled and will help you in whatever way they can (by studying everything about babies and how to properly care for them, reading material on how to educate and bond with children, making sure you have everything you need in your maternity bag and knowing in which ways he can help before and after the baby is born). They will be there for you and your child and probably will want more kids, after the first one arrives. In case your sex life is affected by the birth of a child (or some other circumstance), they will handle this, just the same way they handle any other problem or obstacle in your relationship – by discussing it with you, respecting your boundaries and finding a common ground for both of you to stand on, working, as a team, on a solution that will make you both happy, overcoming every challenge, as a healthy and strong couple. Kings of aftercare. They always want to know if you enjoyed it and/or if you want a round 2. These men will dote on you and help you with whatever you need (cuddles, towels, shower, tissues, food, etc.) They will definitely make sure you know and you feel all the love they have for you. - Kento Nanami, Hiromi Higuruma, Okkotsu Yuta, Itadori Yuji, Fushiguro Megumi, Atsuya Kusakabe, Geto Suguru

Subs

They prefer you to have control over everything, so you can set up your own pace and do whatever you want to them. Watching you working so hard, trying to reach your orgasm turns them on even more. They always wait for you to have the initiative and to make the first move. They enjoy grabbing and groping your hips, butt and chest, while you ride them. They are lazy lovers who prefer laying back, either looking at you, or having their eyes closed shut, savoring every second, while moaning. Sometimes you wonder how these strong masculine men end up looking so frail and desperate beneath you. They think you look so pretty on top of them - it's the only moment when they can freely scan through you as if they were conducting an extensive and thorough analysis on every detail of your body, wondering how lucky they are for having been the one to snatch your precious heart. For the most part you will be on top, having the exclusive power to decide whatever happens, however, there will be times when they will grab your hips and thrust deep into you, even though they're on the bottom, either helping you adjusting to a different pace or angle that feels even better or, sometimes, trying to dominate you from the bottom, showing you how they want you to make love to them and attempting to have some control, working with you so as to reach your climax. They may ask you to do things for them (speeding up the pace, fondling a sensitive spot, using a certain toy, stimulating yourself, while they watch, etc.), will say dirty things to you, and want you to do the same. They may be subs, but they definitely want kids of their own, some day. These men will surprise you, though, because they will be great parents and, despite considering and realizing parenting to be a huge responsibility, they will go above and beyond to make sure they support you and your child. They will definitely want more kids after the first one arrives, too. With these men, you will have to start communication first, so if any obstacles arise, you’ll have to be the one having the initiative to bring the issues to the table. A relationship with these men is very complicated because they don’t openly communicate with you and that’s something that won’t change. It’s ingrained in their character. But if you enjoy making the first move and encourage them to speak their mind after said move is made, things will work a lot smoother. They do trust you, but their natural impulse is to not speak their mind, unless it is clearly requested. They are the type of men to be emotional but not show it, so sex is a way to connect with you, allowing emotions to overflow and transcend a realm beyond the physical one. Good aftercare. May not go above and beyond, like the soft doms, but will make sure to cuddle and have a bath with you after. - Kamo Noritoshi, Inumaki Toge, Kamo Choso

Switch

These men are mysterious and unpredictable. You never know how they truly feel or what they truly want, but if they feel like it, they will open up to you. Most of the times, they will either be controlling hard doms, or challenging bratty subs, however, on rare occasions, they will be soft doms, seeking a deeper emotional connection, wanting to make sure you know they love you, even though, they don't always say it or show it. When they feel like being hard doms, they will definitely assume the traits mentioned earlier in the "hard dom section", because, to them, seeing you all messed up boosts their ego and makes them go even more feral on you. When they are subs, they aren't romantic, but obnoxiously bratty, defying you by saying you can do better, refusing to do whatever you tell them to, laughing on your face saying things like "if you want it, do it yourself", "you want me to use this toy? Make me, I dare you!", while giving you the biggest, proudest and brattiest smirk ever. They are definitely the type to say "can't you do it any faster?", "is that all you've got?", "you're all bark and no bite. How disappointing". Sometimes, they start as subs, but, eventually, get bored and decide to take control and when they do, you already know his primal hard dom side will give you the hardest time of your life, on the mattress. Being a soft dom is a rare occurrence, but when it does happen, they prefer to show you they love you, rather than telling you. Their eyes, filled with desire and desperation, will be staring intensely into yours. They want your souls to be entangled in each other forever and will be extremely soft and romantic in every thrust, smiling affectionately at you, wanting to know if you're feeling good. It may not look like it, but they are the most emotional soft doms ever. Pregnancy and kids are a very uncomfortable topic for these men. If they could, they would teleport out of the discussion, instantly and the only reason they don’t do it, is because they know it will be an even bigger drag to listen to you starting a drama over it, later. They are a bit clumsy and forgetful in regards to protection, so it will be up to you to make sure they use it, otherwise, you will have to take the pill. They don’t imagine themselves being parents but, if that happens, they are definitely not having more kids. Sloppy aftercare. You're the one who's supposed to cuddle them afterwards. When they're hard doms, they usually don't pay any attention to aftercare. They will just have a bath and get ready for whatever is on their schedule next, while you will have to handle yourself. On rare occasions, they may recognize they might have been a (gigantic) bit too rough on you and may help you clean yourself and have a bath with you. They don't enjoy cuddling too much and think it's a drag, but will do it, nonetheless, just to make you happy. When they're subs, they will expect you to have a bath with them, you will have to be the one cuddling them and you will also have to be the one getting something for both of you to eat (in case you don’t, he will throw a tantrum). When they're soft doms, they will have a bath with you and definitely will need your cuddles after. During aftercare, they will be romantic for a very short period of time (confessing their feelings for you), while staring deeply into your eyes. However, almost as soon as the words escape their mouths, they start realizing they're actually opening up to you and being vulnerable. They know they messed up. They will instantly become stoic, concealing their true thoughts and feelings, seemingly apathetic towards everything, once again. You stop being able to see any sign of genuine emotion. You can’t help yourself but think it’s as if you were now standing beside a completely different man. It doesn't matter if you tell them they can open up to you, they still won't do it, even if you manage to somehow earn a tiny bit of their trust. - Gojo Satoru, Kinji Hakari, Hajime Kashimo

Thank you so much for requesting! I hope you enjoy this post! I know it's quite long, but I think I managed to highlight the most important topics, that people are, usually, the most curious about.

[revelboo]

I was recently on twitter and i came acrost a post that said "A knight in clean armor has not seen battle". I started thinking about Sunstreaker and what it means to him.We all know Sunny has seen battle but we also know he likes to keep his armor clean.So I thought about it and i realized maybe he keeps armor clean not only because of his looks but because he can hide how truly terrible he is inside with a clean exterior....

Idk just a thought more Sunny and Sides?

(P.S. Happy Halloween!>_<)

Ooh, I like that

Can’t Finish What You Started Pt 5

IDW Sunstreaker x Reader, Sideswipe x Reader

• Venting as he tugs you closer by his grip on your arm, Sideswipe hesitates. Noticing the way his servos overlap, because even mass displaced you’re just so much smaller than he is, soft and warm. Fragile. Almost against his will, he remembers Sunstreaker warning him when he’d tried to keep a hold on you while you struggled. Accidentally squeezing so tight you’d been unable to breathe. And he gentles his touch. “For being so small, you sure do make a big mess,” he murmurs, reaching for your face again with the cloth. And little shoulders slumping, you allow him to wipe the corner of your mouth even as you glare at him, defeated.

• Fighting the urge to roll your eyes, you tolerate as he fusses over you like you’re a toddler. “You understand I’m an adult, right? That humans are intelligent? Not puppies?” You ask, because you’re not really sure he understands the difference. Or maybe he just doesn’t care. That anger buried under the wary fear is trying to bubble up to the surface, all vitriol. Making you want to lash out at him, especially when he’s a little more your size. Most likely you’ll just break your hand on his face if you smack him, but it might be worth it.

• Laughing at how frustrated you look, he reaches out to tap you on the nose with a servo, grinning as you lean back. Startled expression quickly becoming angry. “You think I don’t know that? Too cute.” Using his grip on your arm to gently tug you closer, watching you go up on tiptoes and slap your free palm on his chassis to keep from crashing into him. That glower you angle up at him does funny things to his spark. “I know you’re not a pet.” And he does, but how to explain the truth? Sunstreaker’s always there, always watching him. Worrying. Sideswipe doesn’t think he can stop at this point. That Sunny needs someone to care for, but he doesn’t need Sunny to look over his shoulder anymore. Always reaching out a hand, putting himself at risk to protect Sideswipe. Because the truth? It’s that he’d deliberately taken you for Sunny, not himself. You’re his responsibility, but maybe having something to focus on instead of trying so hard to protect him, will help Sunny.

• Blowing out a breath as his grin wavers somewhat, you tug against his grip. “Then why are you doing this?” Why ruin your life? For amusement? Boredom? Your absence has to have been noticed by now. Are people looking for you? Assuming the worst? What about your family? “Why?” You thrash against his grip, stumbling back when he finally releases you. That smile falling away completely.

• If you know the truth will you hate him more or less than he’s sure you already do? Sunny won’t open up to him, his twin always on edge, alert for threats since Kaon and haunted by the past. And he knows that Sunny sacrificed so much for him, suffered to keep him safe even if he won’t talk about it. He remembers that jangling fear, of temporary places to rest that had to be abandoned suddenly. Always moving. Never feeling safe no matter where they went, only the two of them. If Sunny can’t talk to him, maybe he can talk to you. It’s a gamble, he knows and not at all fair. But for Sunny? He’ll sacrifice anything, because it’s his turn to look after him.

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Entry 14: A Portrait of Exhaustion

Screenshot Credit: @neverscreens

Bearblr Promptober Day 14: Somnophilia (Sub: Sleeping)

Summary: Carmy can't sleep after his panic attack, but his girlfriend can't sleep alone. She's more convincing than he is.

Warnings: Swearing, mentioned panic attack (no active panic attack in this one), insomnia, sleepy bean fem reader who is a trauma surgeon, snuggling, Carmy comforting reader, she/her pronouns, fluff.

Notes: All journal entries will be titled as such and tagged with #cb journal.

This is a two-parter. The first part is here.

Reblogs appreciated. Thank you to @carmenberzattosgf for putting together this prompt list.

14 Oct 2024

How the shit was I supposed to sleep after a panic attack?

It came in fits and bursts. Reality frayed apart between my apartment in Chicago, Michelle’s place in New York, The Bear and, Empire. I became aware of Darling’s attempts to soothe me several times, and, not wanting to plague her with awful sleep after such a long shift—and incoming work the next day—I crawled out of bed. Shuffled to the bathroom to splash cold water on my face, to push away the roiling memories of that broiling fucking kitchen. I was in Chicago, dammit. Chicago, my apartment.

My own reflection looked more dead than alive.

I was pale as shit. Maybe even a little green. The shadows around and under my eyes were deeper, had a blue or purple tone to them, made the blue in my eyes look dull, like it’d been through the wash ten too many times. Fuck, my hair was a mess. It didn’t even look curly anymore, it just looked fried. What did Darling say at the pumpkin patch? Crispy? Yeah, it looked crispy, wiry, reminiscent of a frayed line of twine or fucking pork floss. Might not have felt like it, but I needed some fucking sleep.

To the couch, then.

Terrible idea with a bad back anyway, but even worse when the only thing asserting any presence of reality was Darling’s hand between my shoulder blades. My stomach turned over repeatedly as I failed to fall into unconsciousness. I was both too sweaty and too cold at the same time, there was this strange burning sensation on my chest—bit like a bee sting, kept rubbing at it through my tank top. I’d drifted off a thousand times on that same couch over the last year-ish, but this time, I couldn’t find any way to be comfortable. First, it was my back, then the edge of the couch cushion digging into the very top of my hip, then my shoulder felt crunched up, then the pillow put my neck at a weird angle. The bedroom door creaked.

“Carmy?” she said from the hallway.

Well, now I just felt like an asshole for waking her up.

“Couch,” I croaked.

“Come back to bed.” She whined it. She was frustrated.

I thought about how I would convince her to go back to sleep without me. I could say I was wired. It wasn’t false—sleep was so far away I’d need a fucking map and compass to find it—but then, she’d just try to soothe me. Fucking hell, I get that I’m a fucking disaster, but do you have to burn yourself out over me? For what purpose? I feel shitty enough as a human as-is, I don’t need a fucking caretaker running herself into the ground on top of it.

“Come back to bed; I’m freezing.”

In retrospect, I find it both funny and intensely frustrating how fast I leapt off the couch and skittered to her after she said that. I’m over here thinking about how I don’t need a fucking caretaker, yet my girl mumbles once that she’s cold, and I completely forget every-fucking-thing happening with me because I gotta go take care of her. I have to make sure she’s okay, because if I do that, then I don’t have to think about any of my problems.

I’m a fucking hypocrite.

“I’m sorry, baby girl. I’m coming.” I rounded the hallway to see her slumped against the bedroom doorframe, a portrait of exhaustion in every sense of the word. Her knees were knocked together, foot toe-down and pressed into the rug to stretch the muscles in front of her shin, her shoulders were hunched, her arms hung limp at her sides. Her hair was in her face—almost completely obscuring it—and her eyes were closed. She swayed on the spot, and I darted forward to catch her.

“Woah, woah, hey! Hey.” She half-righted herself, half-leaned into me, resting her forehead against the crook of my neck. Her nose was cold. “Shit, you really are freezing…”

“Fuckin’… landlords…” She reached for the bedroom door for some reason. I don’t know, instinct to close it or something. I swung it shut and set her down on the bed. Swept her hair out of her face.

“Sorry, I kept waking you up. I just-I just wanted you to get some good rest.”

“Yeah, well. You’re the space heater right now,” she pouted.

Something twisted in my stomach. Fucking landlords. “I’m sorry, baby girl.”

She scooted back in bed to make room for me, patted the pillow. “And it scares me when you disappear like that.”

Scared her?

I crawled into bed, tucked her head under my chin, hooked her leg over my hip so I could rub her shin. Her cold little nose pressed against my skin as she kissed my collarbone. I tucked her arms between us to help her warm back up. Gathered the blanket up around her tighter.

“This is so comfy,” she mumbled, tightening her leg around me.

I couldn’t help but smile. “Yeah, it is.”

“No leaving again, please, sweetheart?”

I nodded. “Okay. Yeah, no leaving again. Why-why does it scare you when I go?”

She yawned again. “Sometimes, I have to remind myself that you’re real.”

Huh? “Wh-what do you mean?”

“I love you so much that you don’t feel real. Sometimes, I wonder if I’m going to wake up, and all of this will have been a dream.”

It must’ve been because I was still fried from freaking out—I don’t know. I can’t know. I won’t know. But whatever the reason, I asked, “Why do you love me?”

What kind of fucking question is that? Who asks that? And why would you ask that to someone whose mind is going numb from sheer fucking exhaustion? She should’ve told me to shut the fuck up and go to sleep, I’ll be honest, it’s what I fucking deserved. But no. No. She innocently delivered the kind of silent devastation that only words whispered into your skin when you’re seconds from shattering can. Her words didn’t hit me like a bullet to the heart, knife to the back, blow to the head, or a freight train, a semi, or a pickup truck. No, they sunk into my skin like a needle, only stinging for a fraction of a second before sleep mercy-killed me for the rest of the night. Left no marks the next day or the day after or the day after but had planted something deep in my soul that would fester, macerate, unearth gaping, open wounds in need of debridement and suturing. Darling didn’t know it yet—I didn’t know it yet—but she’d signed my death warrant with those words.

“What’s not to love?”

What’s not to love?

I change my mind about God. He does exist. And he’s a sadist.

[absolutebl]

This Week in BL - It's 2024 & I'm talking about TayNew... really?

(They pretty much told us all to sit down and shut tf up, 'cause they got this. AND THEY DO.)

Organized, in each category, with ones I'm enjoying most at the top.

Feb 2024 Wk 3

Ongoing Series - Thai

Cherry Magic (Sat YouTube grey) ep 9 of 12 - I broke. In my defense, it was Monday, I needed comfort, and TayNew were right tf there. Ya know what? They are great in this show. It's a great adaptation. I might like it more than the JBL live action. You know why? Really, honestly WHY...?

That was a PHENOMENAL KISS. Those boys did Thailand fucking proud. They did fandom a solid. Thank you OGs for reminding us how it's done. I was getting used to SloppyHot. And SloppyHot has its place, but that TayNew rooftop kiss was a top tear class act. It was tender and sweet and respectful and joyful. It was eye work and breath work and years of practice. How very far BL has come while still staying so much the same. TayNew - I salute you!

(Read all about distribution issues here.)

The Sign (Sat YT) ep 12fin - we waiting, I guess? Bah.

Cooking Crush (Sun YT) ep 11 of 12 - The recipe book thing was so damn cute and I love a claiming. YOU KNOW I LOVE A CLAIMING!

In fact, I love OffGun.

I love food based BL.

I adored seeing a reboot of "the infamous dragging". 

But I don’t love anything else about this show. Sigh.

1000 Years Old ep 1 of 12 - Finally we get our gay vampire BL from Feel Good Bangkok. Stars Shane (My Engineer) and fresh face Opal, directed by Champ (2gether). It’s kind of odd but enjoyable. A group of teen UFO seekers find a vampire instead. Opal looks a bit like a mix between Newnu + Leo (VIXX) - so cute + edge. Also, nice to see Shane again on our screens after so long. 

Finally, I like the subtle (and sometimes not subtle) presence of ghosts permeating this show. Do the friends know she's there? Do they know she's dead? Is the existence of paranormal accepted but not that of aliens? Or are the two combined? Is this lazy writing or just fun world building? Who cares! It's enjoyable.

For Him (Thurs iQIYI) ep 12fin - the nail painting bit was very cutie queers and I've not seen it done in BL before, so that was nice. For some reason captions never dropped for me on this last episode, but it didn’t really matter. Not much happened and I understood everything anyway.

Quick pitch?

From the people who brought us Unforgotten Night based on a y-novel, about a young man nursing a heartbreak who has a one-night stand, but the other boy didn't want it to end. This turned out to be a pulp that wasn’t half as good as it should have been and even less memorable, but not terrible. 5/10 DON'T BOTHER unless you're v bored

City of Stars (Fri iQIYI) ep 3 of 12 - Oh it is such a pulp: the acting is not good and the script is terrible. Of course, I’m mildly enjoying it. Very good dream kissing. There's something appealing about these main characters - I think it's the moot crushes. We rarely get to see that. These days everything feels very one sided, this... isn't.

A Secretly Love (Thai WeTV) - Khonprot, a third-year hazer of the engineering faculty, has a secret crush on Pluem, a tsundere fourth-year head hazer. Over the years, he's seen Pluem cycle through girlfriends. Recently, after a public breakup, however, Khonprot thinks maybe a boy has a chance.

I tried but I can't get into my WeTV account anymore and I'm way too lazy to figure it out. I'll catch it grey if I can, since I've rebooted the bootlegging side of my BL life for Cherry Magic anyway.

So this show may stay in this section, or I may bump it down to "it's airing but..."

If anyone is watching it, let me know if it's good?

Ongoing Series - Not Thai

Love For Love's Sake (Korea Weds iQIYI) 7-8fin - Ugh it was GREAT, despite some pretty telling flaws. I ended up feeling like some of the filming was amateurish (very overworked low angles - director's first feature, I assume), and the narrative is a little disjoined and on the nose, AND the subs are clumsy (which I don't expect from KBL) BUT I still loved it. (FYI - I wouldn't be so harsh on a BL for this kinda thing except one from Korea.)

Quick pitch:

This isekai-based KBL is about a man who must win a game by convincing a reserved teen outcast to fall in love with him. Of course, that teen represents himself and his own unhappiness. Like many queer narratives, this show is actually about self worth, trust, and found family, and it is VERY on the nose. But I don’t expect subtlety from my BL and I enjoyed it's truly lovely redemption arc and earnest performances. While I found the narrative a touch disjointed with overworked filming angles and poorer than average captions, this is certainly much better than early KBL in terms of consistency of tone, script, and immersion. Highly rewatchable and charming, which counts for a lot. 9/10

Trigger warning for suicide depicted.

Perfect Propose (Japan Fri Gaga) ep 4 of 6 - Gosh, it’s so lovely. But I do just constantly want to give them both hugs. 

AntiReset (Taiwan Fri Viki/Gaga) ep 4 of 10 - Oh look, Taiwan has created yet another BL where I spend most of the time watching it grinning like an idiot. Surprise surprise. The pet name thing was fucking adorable. Also Taiwan once more proving they come by their "kings of kissing" title honestly. I mean to say. In a week of good kisses this one was just... WOW.

On the other hand, some of the underpinning themes are starting to v worry me (ownership, consent, age), and we only just got started, and I don't trust this production company so... I have concerns.

But also... YAY KISSES!

(I'm made of weak moral fiber.)

Although I Love You and You AKA Sukiyanen Kedo Do Yaro ka (Japan Thurs Gaga) ep 6 of 10 - Like many other shows on this list. I just enjoy it the most when the two leads are on screen together. So this episode was kind of lacking because they were apart for most of it. I also am starting to agree with the tone of the plot, that maybe they ARE better off as friends not lovers. (And I'm sure I'm not supposed to want that.) Oh Japan, must you?

My Strawberry Film (Japan Gaga) ep 1 of 8 - Oh it’s good. In the arthouse lane so don’t expect sweetness & light or an HEA. If there’s no cartoon aspect to a JBL, there’s usually no joy. But it is certainly good. Teens uncover some old film and a mystery around a pretty girl. The background music is wildly annoying (and rarely in the background). 

It's Done

What Did You Eat Yesterday Season 2 AKA Kinou Nani Tabeta? Season 2 (Japan Gaga) 10 eps - will binge when I have any spare time. 2024 is crazy busy for me so far.

The Servant and the Young Master - from Vietnam, it's on YouTube. I will give it a try when I have a window of time.

Began Beginning (Myanmar YouTube) - A Burmese BL? @heretherebedork vouched for it, so I will give it a watch.

7 Days Before Valentine (Weds WeTV) - Gave me Luminous Solution vibes have decided not to watch.

It's Airing But...

Dead Friend Forever (Thai iQIYI) - rumors are it's interesting. I'm waiting to know how it ends.

Ossans Love Season 2 (Japan Gaga) - 5 years later, will anything have changed? This is Japan so… probubly not. I won't be watching this. I disliked Season one and actively hated the follow ups. No thank you.

Playboyy (Thurs Gaga) 14 eps - Dear Playboyy, it's not you, it’s me… I hate you. You’re about as deep (and as palatable) as a shot glass of cum. While I'm sure you’re someone’s kink, you're my weakest link. Goodbye. I DNFed this at ep 5. Frankly I'm impressed with myself for getting that far.

Time the series (Tue Gaga/YT) 10 eps - dropped it at ep 4.

Next Week Looks Like This:

2/24 Unknown (Taiwan Youku) 12 eps - Older brother tough guy breadwinner looks after his sister and defacto adopted little brother. Little bother falls in love with him and is sent away after a stolen kiss. But when he comes back…

Sam Lin has a cameo so even if I wasn't already excited, I'm in. We should be on our guard though, Taiwan will occasionally go edgy, dark, and sad... this could go there.

One assumes GMMTV is filling in the BL time slot with something queer on their YT Channel after Cooking Crush ends, they gonna lose subs if they don't. But I've not been paying attention to the chatter so I don't know which of their line-up it will be. I think G4 are filming/off radar now, and Earth is in that het noona thing? Plus they gotta sort out the IP for MIx-Up and Ossen. So it won't be one of the announced adaptations. They'll hold My Golden Blood for the high season, so I think it'll be one of the lesser known lead-outs. Wandee or Only Boo maybe? But they only just started filming those. Are we getting our long awaited GL? Anything else left from 2023 that I forgot about?

Upcoming BLs for 2024 are listed here. This list is not kept updated, so please leave a comment if you know something new or RP with additions.

THIS WEEK’S BEST MOMENTS

Two crawling kisses from Thailand this week. Now this is a fetish I didn't know I had. Turns out, we love this one! (*waves hand in air* I speak for all of us now.)

Cooking Crush

City of Stars

Possibly the best tsundere to cinnamon roll pivot we've had in a long time.

Also the best asshole to KING pivot. Could we have a whole drama staring this character now? Please?

And finally our sunshine learning to love himself.

SIGH. what a lovely show.

And a good SMILEY kiss from a KBL.

And then some cute cuddles? Korea is spoiling me these days. I'm catching expectations now. What's next? Japan learns to kiss in their light BLs? Ha! I kill me.

(All Love for Love's Sake).

(Last week)

[hayanwulf]

IronStrange: (angst/drama)

One of them falls unconscious in the other's arms. The one who catches them is panicking at first.

I don’t know how I ended up in this angle, but I enjoyed it.. hopefully you do, too.

“Stephen,” Tony called out, worry lining his tone, as he watched the Wizard sway on his feet. “You sure you’re alright?”

“I said I’m fine,” Stephen snapped, motioning a hand at his very blood-bathed robes. “Most of this isn’t mine.”

Tony glanced once at the pile of man-eating werewolves they had just taken down, all looking various degrees of dismembered. None of them breathed anymore, though.

Tony had made sure of that.

He regarded Stephen with skepticism. The Wizard decidedly had terrible survival instincts, perhaps even more than Tony himself. He had seen the few moments when the sorcerer had come damn close to becoming wolf snack, had genuinely feared for his life when some had tried to chomp off his limbs. The sorcerer must’ve been able to protect himself against the bites, somehow, since clearly, his limbs were all still attached where they belonged.

A werewolf’s bite-force was vicious. Deadly, for a normal human.

“Another waste of a trip,” Stephen growled, pacing around. “There isn’t any vampire base here.”

Tony frowned a little at the sorcerer’s restless movements, shaking his head in disagreement. “Not a complete waste. We still got these guys.” He waved a hand at the dead werewolves scattered around them.

Truth be told, their success rates of the undead hunts had vastly improved ever since the Avengers allied with Stephen and his super secret hunter group, even though there was still very little they knew about the said group. All Tony knew was that they were magic, were located in many places across the world, and were scarily efficient at their job. Surprising was the fact that they had never been heard of before.

Then again, Tony couldn’t fault them for staying in hiding. With the exponential growth of supernatural activity since the late 20th century, one could no longer tell friend from foe.

Once they had met, though, Tony had convinced (read: pestered) the sorcerer to agree to form a working alliance of sorts.

This one was meant to be a duo scouting mission for a suspected very major vampire base here in Germany, but had turned into an impromptu battle when they ran into the pack of hungry werewolves.

“Obviously,” Stephen drawled with a hiss in his voice, in response to Tony’s previous statement. “This is Central Europe, of course there are werewolves. What did you expect?”

Tony watched for a moment as Stephen flexed and unflexed his fingers while pacing. The Doc was being extra irritable today, for some reason that Tony couldn’t decipher.

Just as he was about to open his mouth, Stephen suddenly stopped his frantic movements, swaying dangerously close to collapsing. Tony immediately jumped forward to help, but Stephen abruptly turned away from him, balancing himself and putting distance between them again.

Tony’s heart tightened with a sudden sting.

They’d known each other for nine months, been working together in a close partnership for six, and yet the other man always kept Tony at arm’s length.

“Let’s go back,” Stephen said, his voice sounding a little.. off. Okay. So now they were going to forget all about the heap of dead wolf meat they needed to take care of first. Alright.

Still facing away from Tony, he began to draw a portal.

All that formed in the air was a few golden sparks that died in sync with the way Stephen swayed.

“Hey, Doc..” Tony took careful steps towards his companion, who tried to draw a portal again. “How about we sit down, take a breather—”

Stephen tilted sideways, and Tony didn’t hesitate to rush and catch him, careful enough to not hurt the man with his armor. Stephen was instantly limp in his hold, eyes closed. Tony’s heart stopped for a second and he mentally berated himself for not doing something sooner.

“Stephen?” He called, gently lowering the man to the ground, the Cloak assisting him. “Stephen?” A gentle tap to his face.

No response.

“FRIDAY?” He asked his AI over the loud thudding in his chest.

It took her a moment to respond. “No heartbeat detected, Boss.”

Tony’s heart plummeted like a rock. “No—what do you mean—” He retracted the nanites of one hand and reached for Stephen’s neck. Touched here and there and everywhere, but all that his fingers found was cold skin.

No, no, no, Stephen was standing just a second ago, dammit! How could this happen!?

“Give me more than that, FRI!” Tony practically yelled as he retracted nanites from his other hand too, frantically checking Stephen for something, anything.

“It seems he hid his injuries with magic, Boss. He has severe bite injuries that need medical attention.”

Tony cursed, trying to work himself out of his own mind-numbing panic to instead help Stephen. Somewhere in the back of his mind, it didn’t compute that blood-loss should stop the heart so abruptly.

In his panicked haze, he almost, almost missed the glaring detail in Stephen’s eyes while checking his pupils.

Red.

Gone was the otherworldly gleam of blue. Stephen’s eyes were red. Red like..

Stephen was a vampire.

Tony’s breath hitched as his heart flipped, and he physically recoiled away from Stephen, standing up.

Stephen was a vampire. He was.. he was just another lie.

Tony felt betrayed. Used.

He didn’t understand.. was this all just so he could crawl into Tony’s inner circle of trusted people?

And, god, Tony had fallen right into his trap. He had trusted Stephen. Had trusted him as a friend and a colleague; had trusted him to watch his back on every single mission they’d done together. Tony had allowed himself to be vulnerable around the man in so many occasions and— Tony shuddered at that thought. How many times had he been completely unguarded and exposed around Stephen? How many times could Stephen have had a chance to do whatever he wished to Tony, all the while the latter would have been none the wiser to the incoming assault?

“Boss,” FRIDAY’s concerned voice snapped him out of his thoughts. “He’s losing too much blood...”

Tony swallowed as he looked down at the man he considered a friend. His hands were shaky as he brought them up to wipe at his face.

“What happened here will not reach the Avengers,” Tony said with a finality in his tone, even though it came out more shaky rather than commanding.

“Yes, Boss,” FRIDAY replied without skipping a beat.

Tony knelt down, let the nanites form over his hands again, and looped his arms around Stephen’s body to carefully lift him up. The Cloak — bless them — helped him properly position Stephen without moving him too much. “Get us to the bunker, ASAP,” Tony spoke as his helmet formed around his head, and they took off into the star-lit sky.

The Avengers had secret facilities across many parts of the world, thankfully, since their undead hunts led them to foreign soils more often than not. One such facility was in Leipzig, Germany.

The flight didn’t even take five minutes due to how close they were to it.

Tony put Stephen down on a medical bed as gently as he could manage. He couldn’t involve anyone else for this. He couldn’t, because Stephen was a vampire, and vampires were the most narcissistic, heartless monsters that didn’t think twice before taking an innocent life—

Tony stopped that train of thought to focus on the matter at hand.

He was no doctor, but between his medical nanotech and FRIDAY, he was sure they would manage it.

He tore off Stephen’s robes with no finesse whatsoever, and sucked a sharp breath at the sight that was revealed.

Large, deep jaw marks bled furiously, painting a large part of his body a sickening red that made Tony’s stomach churn nauseatingly.

Trying his best to ignore the heavy pounding in his chest and the odd, dizzying feeling the entire sight caused him, he got to work with FRIDAY’s help.

He sealed all the wounds with nanites first, and then began cleaning. There was no beeping of a heart monitor as he worked.

The eerie silence might have killed him, if it weren’t for FRIDAY’s interruptions.

The more he worked through Stephen’s wounds, the more his chest tightened painfully, the more his hands shook. He wasn’t sure of the cause anymore. It was all just too much.

If FRIDAY noticed him looking more at the graph of Stephen’s brain activity rather than Stephen’s body, she said nothing.

It was his only way to know that Stephen wasn’t ‘dead’.

After what felt like forever, Tony was finally done patching up all of Stephen’s wounds to the best of his ability. Aimless and unsure after that, he just sat on a chair beside the passed out sorcerer, staring blankly at the brain activity graphs.

“What can we do about blood, FRI?” He asked.

“Obtaining us blood from Germany’s banks is difficult, Boss. And it will take a minimum of 6 hours to transport blood here from the states. I took the liberty to attempt to get in contact with Master Wong, but he hasn’t responded yet.”

Tony exhaled an airy sigh, settling his elbows on top of knees, and then propped his chin over his hands, eyes settling on the Wizard.

Stephen had lost blood. A lot of blood. It made Tony rewind his mind back to the fight, trying to figure out how he’d missed it so badly.

The attack had been unexpected. But that didn’t mean they hadn’t been prepared. In their line of work, one always needed to be prepared. Still, they couldn’t have possibly known that an entire pack of werewolves would come out of ass-nowhere just to ambush the two of them.

Planned ambush, a part of his mind said.

Stephen, as always, had been extremely staunch about keeping Tony away from the attacks, nevermind the fact that between the two of them, Tony was the one wearing any armor at all. There had been several instances when Stephen had stepped in to take a bite in Tony’s place. Tony had been alarmed, but had quickly brushed it off since Stephen had looked completely fine two seconds later, like he’d never been chomped.

Tony understood why now; it wasn’t because of the magic somehow protecting him. He simply had higher strength and endurance owing to his status as a vampire. But that wasn’t the only reason why Tony had so easily brushed off.

Stephen had never, even for a split second, allowed pain to show in his face.

That, more than anything, had led Tony to assume that Stephen was fine.

Tony cursed himself now, for being such an idiot.

Though, this brought up another train of thought. Since Stephen had bled so much, it was only natural that his bloodlust would go up exponentially, spurring his vampire instincts to light, making him go out seeking the scent of blood, to feed on blood.

Tony had seen several vampires before, in their crazy haze of extreme bloodlust. When they were injured was when they were the deadliest, because it was when their bloodlust reached its peak. They always looked like off-leash, rabid creatures, attacking anything and anyone closest to them that smelled of human blood, driven by nothing but pure, raw, unfiltered instincts.

Stephen had to have a bloodlust too. He had to have it dialed up to eleven when this badly injured. And Tony had been practically a walking blood-bag for him, ripe for the taking and completely oblivious.

Yet, all he did in the name of ‘attacking’ Tony was a growl and a near-hiss while he himself tried to escape, before promptly passing out in Tony’s arms.

Tony covered his face in his hands, letting out a shuddering breath. Guilt and shame pierced straight through his heart.

How could he even think that Stephen was deceiving him?

It was.. it was just as he had thought before, but had somehow failed to truly understand his own reasoning. How many times had he been vulnerable around Stephen? More than he could even think of keeping track of.

And Stephen had never, ever harmed him.

He had always respected Tony’s boundaries — nevermind that Tony had always been the one trying to push Stephen’s boundaries — had never made him feel unsafe, even though Tony couldn’t have possibly suspected Stephen of being a vampire.

He’d never broken Tony’s trust before, except for with this one thing.

Which, now that he really thought about it, what was Stephen even supposed to do? Tell a hunter that he was friends with a vampire?

Tony huffed, letting his arms slide off his knees as he looked at the floor for a second, before returning his gaze back to the unconscious man.

Stephen had.. he’d actively prioritized Tony’s safety. Always. The latest proof was right in front of his eyes, dangerously pale skin covered in bandages and medical nanites.

The guilt in his stomach swirled stronger than acid.

He shouldn’t have ever had such thoughts about Stephen.

It.. it didn’t matter that Stephen was a vampire. He was still Stephen. He was still the same snarky arrogant asshole who liked to argue with Tony about why Pink Floyd was better than AC/DC. He was still that cold, shut-off man who had allowed Tony the privilege of seeing his rare genuine smiles. He was still the man who effortlessly made Tony lower all his guards, made him relax into a comfortable state where everything and everyone from the outside world stopped mattering.

He was still the same man who made Tony’s heart flutter with this sweet, addicting feeling he didn’t want to name.

He was still his Stephen.

And the fact that he was a vampire couldn’t suddenly change all of that. It shouldn’t.

A little hesitantly, Tony reached out with a hand, scooping up one of Stephen’s scarred hands in his palm. The lean fingers were eerily still and unshaking, with its owner passed out like this. Tony slowly traced his fingers over the marks highlighting the soft skin, his caress light as a butterfly kiss, as though any harder touch would harm the man.

These delicate hands had cared for Tony’s wounds countless times. Never once had they held any intent other than to heal.

No, it wouldn’t, Tony decided. He wouldn’t let the fact that Stephen was a vampire change anything between them.

He swallowed, glancing once at the brain activity monitor to reassure himself that Stephen was fine.

He wasn’t really.

He’d lost a lot of blood, and it wasn’t like the blood banks provided you with vampire blood on the ready for undead-saving transfusions. The other alternatives all included somehow procuring human blood and hoping Stephen woke up long enough to consume it.

Damn it, Stephen.

[astraphone]

every angle of unfair advantage

1.4k, alistair/surana. set immediately before the battle of denerim. She wants them both to survive this, and if that makes her a bad Grey Warden that’s a price she’s more than willing to pay.

The hour is late, tomorrow she marches to Denerim, and Aislyn Surana should be asleep. Instead, she finds herself pacing the expanse of Redcliffe Castle, ostensibly triple-checking that the forces she’s gathered are as ready as they can be, but mostly trying very hard not to think about what Alistair and Morrigan are doing right now.

Trying not to think about that, or about much of the past few hours at all. Not the pit of dread in her stomach when she learned that a Grey Warden had to die to end the Blight. Not the warring feelings of betrayal and relief when Morrigan told her she’d known all along, and knew another way. Certainly not the look Alistair had given her as she explained what, exactly, she wanted him to do.

She gives up haunting the corridors when Wynne gently but firmly suggests that Aislyn’s obvious and uncharacteristic anxiety might start rubbing off on the soldiers, and resorts to walking circles around her guest room instead. She tells herself she isn’t expecting Alistair, even though they’ve been sharing tents and beds every night for months now.

When the knock on the door does come, it’s more of a relief than Aislyn cares to admit. She pauses a moment to make it seem like she hasn’t been anxiously waiting for him—old habits die hard, and a lifetime of careful poise and restraint doesn’t vanish just because she’s in love—before answering. Alistair is waiting, his expression more blank than she’s seen it in a long time.

“It’s done?” She steps aside to let him in, biting down the bizarre and deeply unhelpful urge to ask him how it was.

“Would it shock you to learn Morrigan isn’t one for pillow talk?” There had been yelling, on both their parts, as she’d talked him into the ritual, but Alistair’s voice is toneless now. He looks as exhausted as she feels, and she wants desperately to reach for him, but the fear that he wants nothing to do with her after what she’s just asked of him keeps her hands at her sides. 

“Are you alright?” She asks instead.

Alistair snorts, that bitter half-laugh he gives when he’s not actually amused at all. “What do you think?”

She thinks that she doesn’t know how to fix this in the few hours before they march to Denerim. “I’m sorry, Alistair.”

(She is, and also she isn’t. She’s sorry there was no better way, that it had to be him, that she’s certain he’ll take on any consequences down the line as his own responsibility. She’s not sorry at all that she doesn’t want them to die, that she was offered a loophole and she took it.)

Alistair sighs and flops down on Aislyn’s bed, covering his face with a hand. “I don’t really want to talk about it. Not tonight.”

“We might not get another night.” Aislyn remains standing by the door, unsure what to do with herself. Over these past few months she’s gotten used to the two of them comfortably existing in each other's spaces; a kiss on her cheek after a battle, a hand finding hers as they trek through the wilderness, an arm around her shoulder as they sit beside the campfire at night. She doesn’t know what to do with distance anymore, nor is she sure in this moment how to close it.

“We might. That’s what this whole plan was for, wasn’t it?”

“We’re about to fight an Archdemon, ritual or no,” she points out. “We don’t know what’s going to happen.”

“Don’t try to tell me that was for nothing, Aislyn.” A bit of heat creeps into Alistair’s voice, which is almost a relief after his uncharacteristically blank tone.

“Not for nothing,” she says, taking a tentative step forward into the room. “You gave us a chance. But I don’t want to go into this with anything unsaid.”

“What do you want to hear? That it was awful? That I think I’m a terrible person for doing it? That I wanted to spend what might be one of the last nights of my life with the woman I love, and instead I spent it having sex with Morrigan?” Alistair spits out the end of the last question, then seems to deflate. "It’s over with, at least."

“You’re not a terrible person,” Aislyn says quietly. “It wasn’t even your idea.”

“Then why won’t you come near me?”

Aislyn startles. “I wasn’t—I didn’t want to force anything on you. Not after—you know.” 

Alistair’s voice softens again. “You’ve never forced anything on me, ever. Can you come here, please?”

Aislyn obliges silently, curling up next to him on the bed. With a sigh, he presses a kiss to her forehead, and they both lie there silently for a few moments.

“Why do you think you’re a terrible person for doing it?” She asks finally. “Because of the magic? Because it was Morrigan?”

“Well, there is that. But no, not really." Alistair is quiet again for long enough that Aislyn isn't sure he's going to continue, but he takes a deep breath and presses onwards. "The rest of the Grey Wardens died trying to end this Blight. In some ways this has all been for them, you know? It would've been an honor to die for them. And I suppose I feel like I'm spitting in the face of everything they were—everything we are—by finding another way out." 

“Would you rather I have kept it from you?” Aislyn challenges, pushing herself back up on one elbow so she can look him in the eyes. “Told Morrigan no and doomed one of us to die?”

She’d thought briefly about not telling him, actually. Aislyn’s journey as a Grey Warden began with the betrayal of her best friend. She ruined Jowan’s life to get here, and for all the excuses she’s made it still keeps her up at night sometimes. When she’d heard Morrigan’s proposal, a voice in the back of her head had told her spare Alistair this burden. Do right by someone you love, for once, and don’t put this on him.

But Aislyn has spent far too long wanting only what she’s supposed to want. She’s had a taste of life this year—real life, not the shadow of it that she’s come to realize the Circle was—and she wants more. She wants them both to survive this, and if that makes her a bad Grey Warden that’s a price she’s more than willing to pay.

“It wouldn’t have been you,” Alistair says sharply, which Aislyn thinks is rather missing the point. “I wouldn’t have let that happen.”

“It wouldn’t have been only your call, Alistair. What if I’d died killing the Archdemon, and you’d learned later there had been another way?”

Aislyn feels a twinge of guilt at Alistair’s flinch, but she’s made her point and they both know it. “I never would’ve forgiven myself,” he mutters.

“Then you understand that I couldn’t have gone into this without you knowing all our options.”

Alistair sighs again, pulling Aislyn back down and closer to him. “I know. I know, and I… don’t regret it. I wouldn’t have agreed if I hadn’t been willing. I want a future with you, truly. I just want to do right by the Wardens too.”

“You do,” Aislyn says firmly. “Every day. Victory and vigilance as well as sacrifice, remember? We’ll both die for them eventually. But we have decades before our Callings, and I’d like us to live in the meantime.”

Alistsir quirks half a smile at her, and Aislyn knows she’s won. “You’re infuriatingly persuasive, do you know that?”

“I do, actually.”

“Alright, so let’s say we do stop the Blight,” Alistair muses. “We both survive. We have decades ahead of us. What then?”

“Oh, I don’t know,” Aislyn says. Before leaving the Circle, she knew more or less exactly what the rest of her life would look like, and this year has been a straightforward kill the Archdemon or die trying. The thought of an uncertain future is sort of exhilarating, when she lets herself imagine it. “Fight more darkspawn, rebuild the Grey Wardens, maybe have a little cottage?”

“A cottage?” Alistair laughs, sounding lighter than he has since the conversation started. “Could we have a garden?”

“Of course. With roses, and all sorts of herbs, and anything else we want.”

“You know, I’m not actually very good with plants.”

“I’ll teach you.”

“I look forward to it, my dear.” With that, Alistair’s lips find hers, and neither of them find there’s much more that needs to be said.

An Archdemon and an army of darkspawn still stand in the way of any imagined future. But whatever tomorrow brings, tonight they still have a chance, and Aislyn will cling to that with everything she has.

[jugheadthelesbian]

Good evening, my most favorite ever, I am here to make a request 😝

This is 1 out of 2 requests (possibly even 3 just to keep you on your toes) that I will be making for your writing services.

For this I would like to ask for some relationship headcannons for Fred Weasley and my hogwarts dr self (you know, Alice)!! I can give you any pre-existing details for the relationship between them that you would require (bc I love talking abt them) but for the most brief and broad description they follow the best friends to lovers, twin flames, and young love tropes and they make me want to rip out all of my hair and scream until I can't anymore, along with giggling and kicking my feet at the same time.

Anywho, this is really lengthy. I hope you don't mind, I'm in my writing too many sentences era. Hope this can help with your writing slump, and if you want to throw some scenarios in to fit hcs, I wouldn't be opposed!! Just give me all of your little thoughts! Love you, Alice <3

OMGGG MY POOKIES!! these can be read as x reader but they’re definitely specific to fred and alice! also im using second person for YOU specifically

🩷 okay so first off fred is like insufferable when he has a crush and like it is 100% a miracle that you doesn’t find out about him liking you by him being so blatantly obvious about it

🩷 once yall do get together tho(finally), he is such a silly boyfriend. like he will leave you notes everywhere, on literally anything he can get his hands on. like you have a note on your hairbrush from him that says “you look so pretty when you are getting ready”

🩷 also he takes your things all the time without saying anything. like he takes rings off your finger and keeps them or keeps hair ties that you discarded on his wrist

🩷 you take lots of pictures of him with an instant camera that are enchanted but they’re badddd pictures, like terrible angles of him with bed head and a crumpled sleep shirt

🩷 he plays pranks on you but never mean ones because he doesn’t want to make you anxious, just silly things like charming all your mirrors to make it look like you have a mustache or making your quills write vulgar stuff instead of what you’re trying to write

🩷 before he decides to leave to start his joke shop, you try your absolute hardest to help him pass his classes and spend hours together working hard on his schoolwork

🩷 when the two of you fight, he is really good about apologizing for what he does wrong even if it’s little things and he never gets frustrated with you for being upset(he will get frustrated if you’re being silly though, trust)

🩷 he will randomly come up behind you for a hug and just bury his face in your neck, while you’re trying to work or do something important and he always whispers something like “cmon baby let’s take a break” even if you’ve only been working for a little bit

🩷 he finds it INCREDIBLY attractive when the two of you go up against each other in quidditch and you’re super passionate about beating him

🩷 you spend summer with the weasleys and the two of you get in A LOT of trouble because you’re talking and laughing so loud at night when everyone else is sleeping but you don’t care because yall are so happy together

thank u for the request lovely!! if anyone reading this would like to make a request, please check out my pinned post because i had SO MUCH fun making this hehe ☺️✨

[decks-writing-blog]

Gordon Swap Chapter Thirteen: I'm Sorry

Chapter One

Previous Chapter

[A/N] The whole of this chapter was supposed to have been at the end of last chapter but y'all already saw how long that chapter is so it got split, ending my pattern of switching POV each chapter. Who would've thought Feetman getting something as important as a cool new alien hand would take so many words?

~

In preparation for the worst because merely hoping it would be a smooth ride wasn’t enough, they formed a loose ring around the elevator’s center. Theoretically they had every angle covered and thus could shoot anything as soon as it finished teleporting in.

“You gonna be okay with your new lightning hand?” Barney asked.

Tempting as it was to say, ‘no’ and continue to hide while everyone else took care of the enemies, there wasn’t anywhere to hide. And the lightning shooting hand did mean he could finally fight back again; he wasn’t defenseless anymore. He’d had some time to get a little target practice done while the Vonneguts; big teleporter had been firing up. Not enough for him to be confident with it but he wasn’t a coward and now that he could fight back, he would. “I’ll be fine.” He maybe even made his voice sound like he believed that.

“All righty then.” Barney moved aside to take his place to Gordon’s right. He sounded like he believed him too. “Everyone ready to kill some aliens?”

“It’s gonna be like a shooting gallery,” Tommy said. “Maybe. I don’t actually know that. But if you think about it like that, it’s less scary.”

“Maybe they won’t even attack us.” They’d been going up for a few minutes now and so far nothing had. Still too early to say for sure and maybe Gordon was jinxing it by mentioning it but it was technically possible.

“We did kill an awful lot of them,” Dr. Coomer said. “In fact, I do believe we killed more aliens than soldiers. And we killed the entire US military, remember? So surely they’ve run out of alien troops by now.”

“Didn’t we determine that they have two armies though?” Bubby said. “One for each our worlds or something. Which is why there’s been so fucking many of them every time we turn a damn corner. So probably we’ll…” He cut off as the air crackled with the now very familiar sound of an alien teleporting in. “See? Told you.”

As always, where there was one, more quickly followed. And as had been the case since joining up with the rest of team, there were indeed a lot. Gordon was ready though, lifting his new hand to aim at the one of the ones teleporting into his designated section. His friends were already firing, filling the air with the sounds of gunfire.

The lightning tingled in the palm of his new hand as it charged. It felt like it was in his bones, unpleasant but at least it was a weapon. As the alien, a balloon guy, he was aiming at finished coming it he fired it off and… missed. Giving it time and space to fire at him instead. He could dodge though and had the HEV suit to protect him if not. And he had enough practice with it that he could charge his next shot even while side stepping the barrage of energy orbs. That bolt hit.

Leaving a small trail of smoke behind, the alien fell. It hit the railing with a meaty thud, bouncing off to continue its fall down the shaft. A one shot kill on a second try! That was pretty damn good. Maybe other-Gordon wasn’t the only one of them who could be cool. No time to celebrate though, there were more still threatening them.

~

True to Dr. Coomer’s initial prediction, they were indeed attacked repeatedly. Hoping against it had indeed been futile. A fairly small moving platform being hard to land ground troops in on even for whatever powerful thing they were up against, it was entirely balloon guys. They didn’t look scary but Gordon had seen what they could do even without mind controlling any Vonneguts. They’d been the ones to kill his alternate. One good bolt of lightning from his hand was enough to kill them though. All he had to do was not miss.

It wasn’t terribly different than aiming with a gun. And the longer this elevator ride lasted with its waves of hostile aliens – the breaks between them shorter than ever, their adversary was getting desperate – the better his aim with it got. He could be a badass alien killer too. It was a literally an alternate version of himself he was admiring the combat skills of after all. Thus he knew for a fact he could be like that too. Except instead of guns he had alien lightning. He never had to worry about reloading, just charging the thing. As long as he kept the HEV suit charged using the batteries from the pack he and Barney had thankfully packed with what at the time seemed to be an overkill of supplies, he was basically unstoppable, right? With how combat efficient everyone else was too, everything was going to be fine! They had this fight in the bag basically.

And it was fine, everything was going as good as it could given the circumstances right up until it wasn’t.

One moment Gordon had been almost having fun shooting aliens out of the air, watching their limp deflating bodies fall down the elevator shaft, trailing smoke. The next, the suit’s speakers buzzed as the display inside the helmet flashed, indicating its systems were drained. He took a step back but he’d extended too far forward, almost to the railing.

Something hit him, he couldn’t tell what or from which direction, but with the suit being reduced to barely better than regular armor, it hurt like hell. Either by coincidence or purposeful targeted assault, he was hit again almost immediately squarely in the chest. He stumbled and fell, landing hard on his shoulder before flopping onto his back. Breathing was suddenly difficult and each gasp for air sent a fresh stab of pain through his chest. Blood bubbled up in his throat, hot and coppery.

He clawed as the HEV suit’s collar, trying to find the button to lower the helmet before he suffocated. Before he found it another energy orb hit him. He saw it come through the visor but couldn’t move to avoid it hitting him in the chest again. It was like having his hand cut off again except it was in his chest this time. The metal of the HEV suit dissipated it some but unpowered it couldn’t do much.

A hand grabbed his upper arm and dragged him across the floor, aggravating every hurt in his body. “You okay?” That was Barney’s voice. It sounded distant.

No. Gordon wasn’t okay. Every breath hurt more than the last. Blood still bubbled up into a foam in his mouth. Whatever was broken inside his body wasn’t just his lung though. Something was very wrong. Bad enough that injecting a med-pack into the suit couldn’t fix it? … Maybe.

“User death imminent. Seek medical attention.” Even the HEV suit’s battery for non-essential functions was shot, making the words drawl out of the speakers slurred. Which made them all the more unsettling.

This was how he died, wasn’t it? Drowning in his own blood, fighting futilely against it, every breath and movement painful enough to make him want to scream if he’d had the breath for it. He wasn’t a stranger to the thought but now faced with it, he didn’t want to die. Really, really badly, he did not want to die.

Barney said something more above him. He couldn’t make it out. Maybe there were more voices too. It was hard to tell. But hey, at least he wasn’t alone. He’d always feared he’d die alone. Despite that and the pain and wrongness radiating through his body, he still didn’t want to though. More than anything he wanted to continue to live. … It wasn’t a choice though.

He blinked open his eyes to find his vision no longer darkened and his helmet down. The pain was gone, his breath easy in his chest. He stood in a circular room made of gray almost black stone, atop a raised platform. A small set of narrow stairs led up to it. The elevator. They were back at the bottom.

He pressed a hand to his chest. His heart pounded hard enough to make his ears ring but… he was fine. Completely and utterly fine. As if he hadn’t been hit at all. Everyone stood around him except for Benrey who stood at the bottom of the stairs.

“He died again, didn’t he?” Bubby said. “That’s why everyone got all quiet, right?”

‘Again’? Right yeah, other-Gordon. He must’ve died too and reset to here to bring Gordon back. Which meant maybe Gordon hadn’t died at all. He’d just been dying and his alternate had just happened to die then too. Gordon hadn’t actually died. He couldn’t have because that was absurd.

“Um, ‘again’ isn’t the right word,” Tommy said. “Congrats Mr. Freeman, you reset time when you die too.”

“I did that?” No way, right? That was his alternate's burden to bear.

Speaking of his alternate, he was pulling Barney over to sign something to him before pulling him in Gordon’s direction.

While he did that, Dr. Coomer spoke up. “Watch out, Gordon! You should be extra vigilant when there’s no cover from enemy fire.”

“That was really me then?”

In front of him now, his alternate nodded. He gesture to Barney to speak. “Uh… he said he wants to apologize. He didn’t tell me for what but um, I guess its got something to do with you dying. Did you really die?”

“Um… yeah, I guess I did.” Gordon shouldn’t be surprised, right? They’d known it was possible. But still, it didn’t feel real. How could he have possibly been in so much pain, desperately clinging to life, and then suddenly everything was just fine.

“So it wouldn’t’ve mattered if Bubby had tested it?” Benrey asked, still standing at the stairs. “But does this count as resetting the race too or… what? I was making good progress.”

“Uh… no. It’s still on just… give me a minute, ‘kay? Please.” He needed some time to process that he was indeed fine.

“Hmm… first death, huh?”

“Yeah. Hopefully the only.” There was no guarantee of that though.

“’Kay. You got five minutes.” Benrey lifted a hand, spreading his fingers to indicate the promised five minutes. “If you’re not ready to go again by then, I get a head start.”

“Yeah, yeah, sure, that’s fair.” It wasn’t but Gordon didn’t really care. In fact, Benrey winning would be just fine with him if it meant he didn’t have to face possibly dying again. He turned his attention back onto other-Gordon and Barney who’d had a sign language exchange during his side conversation with Benrey.

“He wants to apologize for letting you die,” Barney said. “He said that he was gonna try to make sure that that didn’t happen but then he got caught up in the fight and you seemed to be doing fine so he wasn’t paying as much attention as he should’ve and you died as a result and he’s sorry about it.”

“Nah, dude it’s… well it’s not fine. But it’s not your fault.”

Bubby butted in from the side. “How’d you die anyway? ‘Cause I still don’t remember this shit and it fucking sucks.”

“Um… internal bleeding, I think. I’m not really sure.” And he didn’t want to think about it too much. Watching other-Gordon die had been bad enough. Dying himself was something else entirely. “It hurt. A lot.” He couldn’t literally taste his own blood anymore but the memory of it and the way it had felt bubbling up in his throat was vivid enough that he almost could.

“The balloon guys shot him a whole bunch with their energy orbs,” Tommy answered.

Other-Gordon signed something else. “He asking if you need a break,” Barney translated once he was finished. “And that probably we can’t take a super long one but if you want to sit down for a few minutes, we can.”

“Wow,” Bubby cut in again before Gordon could answer. “He’s actually offering to slow down. I never thought I’d see the day.”

Dr. Coomer invited himself back into the conversation with, “To be fair, Dr. Bubby, dying is rather awful. And this is Gordon’s first death. The first one is always the hardest.”

“Eh, I guess that’s fair. Go sit down for a bit Gordon. I’ll have Tommy fill me in on what else I might’ve missed while we wait.”

Well, if both other-Gordon who rarely slowed down and Bubby who liked to complain when people slowed down for too long were telling him he could sit for a bit, he was well justified in doing so. He walked past them and back down the stairs, passing Benrey so he could go over sit with his back against the the wall. Far enough away from everyone else to create an illusion of calm.

Other-Gordon followed and hovered awkwardly in front of him.

“You can join me.” The company was greatly welcome in fact. He sat down next to him, close enough to be in easy reach but far enough that he wasn’t crowding Gordon’s personal space.

The silence was comfortable but… “You died… how many times?” Gordon asked after maybe about a minute, turning his head to look towards his alternate.

Other-Gordon shrugged before lifting his an index finger to start acting like he was counting on his other hand. He repeated the motion several times quickly before shrugging again.

“A lot?”

He nodded. Then he gestured towards where the rest of the group were still milling about on and around the elevator and repeated the counting gesture again. Much slower this time.

“Less since joining up with them?”

Another nod. He lifted his hands to make a heart. He appreciated them probably more than Gordon ever had.

“You were… alone before the swap and meeting up with them?” There were many clues pointing to that being the case, it hardly needed to be asked but Gordon wanted confirmation.

He nodded.

And here Gordon had been thinking he’d had it bad with losing his hand and all the annoyance his companions brought. He could’ve been alone during the initial fallout of the Resonance Cascade, dying over and over again because death was far more likely while alone in such a dangerous scenario. … Maybe other-Gordon wasn’t a stoic badass and had never been one. The need to get good at killing stuff had been beaten into him the hard way; it was that or die even more often.

“I’m sorry. That must’ve sucked.” Dying the once had been worse than he ever would’ve thought. He couldn’t imagine how awful it would be to do so repeatedly while also utterly alone.

Other-Gordon didn’t bother trying to give any kind of reply this time. He just shifted his gaze away. There was wasn’t anything Gordon could do to make it better, could he? Here and now, still so close to it all, wasn’t the time nor the place to even get properly into it. They had a thing they had to kill to end what they’d started, to put a stop to it.

“I’m sorry,” he said again because what else could he say? “This’ll be over soon though. Just a little bit more and then we can kill the thing and go home. Or, heck, if we’re lucky, Benrey will get there first and kill it for us. … Assuming he can anyway. He might not be able to since we have basically no idea what it is. So probably sitting back and letting him do all the work isn’t what we’re gonna do, huh? As nice as that would be.” Probably the wisest option would be to go into the fight with him and have him help. Even now though, the thought of depending on him for help grated.

Other-Gordon gave him a thumbs up.

Probably they should get a move on. The sooner this thing was dealt the, the better after all. They’d been in such a rush for a reason. But… just another minute or two couldn’t hurt, could it?

~

Next Chapter

[our-stars-graveside]

Febuwhump prompt >> February 5

“that’s gonna scar”

leverage | 1,177 words | peliot

warnings: none needed as far as i can tell except there is a very brief mention of blood at the start

~ honestly i very much intended to complete more of the febuwhump prompts but this past month did not go at all as planned, so i’m just editing the ones i have and posting each one as i get through them. just so you know, they are not meant to be grammatically correct. in fact i promise you none of them are. probably. hope you like this one!!

—x—

parker stared at her arm, at the gash that seemed deeper every moment blood welled up and spilled from her veins.

what did i do?

eliot was angry, that was certain. he fell to his knees in front of her frozen form, growled at the weeping cut and snarled into the comms that he was with parker, that he was taking care of her even if she had fucked up…

but when parker flinched, just a tiny jerk of her head, cursing herself internally for the reaction (he won't hurt her, he wouldn’t do that to her) eliot’s flicked his eyes up, cataloging her movement. his voice lowered, now a soothing rumble murmuring ‘sit still, this won’t take long’ and his stance softened, less sharp shoulder blades and yanking hands, less hard angles. she couldn’t complain when the hydrogen peroxide was soaked into the wound, after all it was her fault, and it wasn't as if she hadn’t poked eliot’s injuries many a time before. (for a second she almost felt bad, but there was no point. she was mostly just interested in his reaction anyhow, as always, just to see how people really worked. to see how he worked. it wasn’t like she hadn’t felt worse before, and recently too.)

his coarse fingertips brushed over the unblemished skin on her arm, wrapping a strip of gauze around the wound, and she finally raised her eyes for a single moment. his bowed head had the mat of hair covering his expression, but parker couldn’t doubt he was still angry. she had jeopardized the mission, she had injured herself..their thief, their asset, their plan, and yet…

“parker. hey. parker!”

she found her head lifted by a gentle, calloused hand, and so her mind from the grim thoughts that followed her everywhere no matter how she tried to avoid them, outrun them.

light blue eyes coaxed deep blue skyward and parker finally relented, but not without closing the doors to all her favorite moments with the team. all her happy memories pushing hardison off buildings, dragging sophie through festivals, pestering nate about people things, slipping into eliot’s apartment on those dark, cold, bad mind days where it didn’t matter what the sunset looked like from her favorite skyscraper views, she couldn’t bear to watch it alone.

because this time, the next time, the next after that. what if she wasn’t enough? or what if she was too much? what if her mistakes told them she wasn’t needed anymore, what then?

even after all those times, startling eliot in his kitchen, makeshift gym, roof garden…no longer being able to scare the so-called invulnerable hitter because he learned to read her unspoken cues, her expressions and behaviors and the cases that hit hardest. he knew where she’d be. would it matter now?

he’d leave a glass of chocolate milk for her the days he knew she wouldn’t talk, wouldn’t even let him see her there but he knew she was somewhere in his apartment, curled up and mentally comatose. chocolate milk he only bought for her, because he knew she liked it. other, better days they would sit together on the sofa, almost mindlessly watching some sports channel except that parker would vibrate with contained confusion and energy until she couldn’t take it anymore or eliot prompted her to ask her hundreds of questions of why? how does that work? and who came up with that terrible idea? why don’t they just…

if she was lucky and she stuck around all night, whether on the couch, tucked away in the linen closet, or hung upside down from the ceiling harness setup eliot begrudgingly allowed her to add to the gym, he’d cook for her in the morning. a warm omelet or sweet, tender blueberry muffins with just the right amount of crumble topping, and neither of them said so, but both their days were made all the better for it. (one time, she thanked him, just a ducked head, a quick word before she vanished into the city. she barely caught eliot’s small smile before she rounded the corner; they both knew she wasn’t only talking about breakfast. for once, someone knew what parker was thinking, even when she didn’t, and she knew what they were thinking. it was usually so hard, but with eliot, it worked. it almost made sense. and if she didn’t understand, he’d make it clear in short order. of course this was usually when he was angry, but still. he was a nicer sort of angry around parker and it meant something to her.)

the only time she was ever allowed in eliot’s bedroom was after a particularly rough case, when parker was silent and shaking and showed up on the doorstep but for once couldn’t make herself open the door. eliot had been waiting, and opened it for her. he was like that, making things easier to say and do, making it less trouble and effort to just be.

he’d given her privacy to get into a change of clothes, an old, soft t-shirt and loose pajama bottoms so well-worn they felt like silk on her skin. she stood blinking in the dim lamplight, then he led her to the bed where they lay, wrapped around each other, him whispering quiet words of comfort and safety and trust for the rest of the night and into the morning, when at dawn she’d slipped out. out of the solace of his arms and away, back into her world. he’d never notice his missing clothes anyway, or at least mention them, she hoped. she was keeping them regardless, because it wasn't like she wouldn't be back soon anyhow. maybe next week, when they could both pretend this had never happened.

now and then, eliot had let her help with his garden. she would work among the prized vegetables and spices, tend to the tomatoes and plant the okra, listening closely to him explaining the best way to choose the ripest peppers and strawberries, and smile just a little when he asked her to clip parsley and oregano for that night’s meal…she hadn’t known companionship like this ever in her life. then again, nothing had been quite like before since the team. since him. sometimes, it hurt and sometimes it scared her.

but when eliot smiled one of his rare smiles when she asked an oblivious question — one of those special ones he seemed to love — and even as he answered it, the amused laughter-lines on his face clearly said what he had spoken many times before (don’t ever change, parker) she finally heard what he’d been saying all along. i love you.

‘that’s going to scar,’ eliot said, voice soft, eyes searching.

parker knew not to question it, and still she had to ask.

‘but it’ll be okay?’

even now, barely calm, he nodded, all clear gaze and ready hands, though he knew she could catch her own fall. just in case.

‘yeah.’

and only for her, ‘it’ll be fine.’

—x—

lmk what y’all think (for real any and all comments are welcome) & thank ya for reading!! :D✨

@motionlessblackveilbride welcome to peliot. pardison is currently secondary…

[strawbrygashez]

even though 1999 wasn’t all that long ago at all somestuff has changed, so, do you have any sort of modern fight club head-canons? (I’m terrible at asks, my apologies)

Hmmm. U mean like if fight club was set in current day? What they’d be like now? :0 I’ll answer both if like it was made today and if they’ve just been together during the 1999s and what they’d be like now!!! If u meant this another way I can make another post :D

If it was set in current day:

• Tylers stupid ass would be a influencer. I’m sorry but he just so would be. He knows what to say & how to get people to love him and look up to him so it fits. He wouldn’t be like those weird af sigma podcasters, he’s yknow openly bi or whatever and talks about what he thinks is wrong with the world (he has the same opinions he has in the movie). When he’s not making videos or posting his opinions, he’s making videos about his thrift hauls because people are always asking him about his outfits.

Now if we wanted to get goofy with this idea, I think it would be kinda funny if he started a ‘online cult’ that gets out of hand.

•The narrator would probably still be working the same job he had in the movie. I don’t think much changes about him other than he feels a little better about accepting his sexuality. In his free time he does watch boring YouTube videos though and when he’s trying to go to sleep he’ll watch those like 5 hour videos going over something or another. They rarely do ever make him actually fall asleep.

•When him & the narrator get together & it’s been a while, Tyler has to show him off to the people who follow him online. He’s so excited to but the narrator is a little nervous. he isn’t used to attention and was surprised Tyler has a huge following. Tyler loves taking pictures for his social medias so tons of the pictures he posts are of them both. Maybe he’d introduce the narrator thru a video tho. Man probably has the narrator on his lap the whole time too smh.

•I’m not sure how well the idea of the underground fight club would work in current day. Eh probably the same. I think in modern day tho most of Tyler’s focus would be on getting his followers to start shit with other people. (He doesn’t care much about keeping his plans to spread stuff like that around a secret this time)

•He’s gotten almost cancelled before after saying something about ‘do we need another woman’ or something along those lines. He apologized because he just worded it wrong. (Why am I picturing the diary of a wimpy kid ‘I’m sorry women’ thing 💀💀)

•The narrator would do a lot of Tyler’s online ‘dirty work’ for him. Tyler is the face & speaker but the narrator handles other things. He deletes mean comments too bc he doesn’t want Tyler to have to see them even tho Tyler doesn’t give a shit about them 🙄🙄 so protective.

•The narrator gets such a kick out of seeing comments being jealous that they can’t be with Tyler. It’s strokes his ego.

OKAY NOW IF THE STUFF HAPPENED IN 1999 BUT ITS A TIME SKIP TO PRESENT DAY

•The narrator doesn’t get internet slang at all while Tyler can catch on pretty quickly.

•The narrator is terrible with smart phones. He texts like a old man and takes unflattering selfies from weird angles. Tyler is a bit better than him at using smart phones so he’s helping him or he just yanks his phone and plays around with it.

•Tyler hates how nothing has really changed that much besides the fact he sees more people think the way he does on a lot of stuff. He gets mad af when it comes to how capitalism is still going very strongly.

•(If Tyler wasn’t a real person) the narrator would have a better grasp on understanding his mental health issues since it’s probably easier to find and hear information about whatever he has. He feels more at ease about just going to therapy and whatnot.

•Tyler is going to be one of those people who complains that people aren’t ‘living in the moment’ that much anymore. He’ll glare if he’s trying to have a conversation with someone or is at a dining table with someone and they are on their phone. He’ll grab it from them depending on who they are.

•Tyler would hypothetically like to share his thoughts online but he doesn’t wanna ‘waste too much of his time’ on the internet. He’d much rather find something to get up to with the narrator.

•Tyler gets more complements on his fashion style nowadays compared to back then bc people are less worried about how someone dresses (for the most part) now.

•Someone can easily trick the narrator into saying weird shit to Tyler. Like if they tell them to tell Tyler he’s ‘caked up’ and explains it means something other than it actually means, he will go say it. Tyler goes red or just laughs.

•I think Tyler would like mostly taking pictures with phones. In his mind it’s probably the only thing they are good for (besides listening to music). He takes tons of the narrator and outside.

[calamitydaze]

I’m so glad it’s a discussion day today, I gotta get my opinion in here. You’re a blog I followed after the dtblr fallout bc I wanted to keep up with the dream team even though I just couldn’t justify being an active fan anymore and I thought your stance was close to my beliefs but you simply weren’t as upset by it as I may have been (similarly to how I don’t judge the fans who left after any other controversies when it crossed one of their lines, I don’t judge fans who stayed after one of my lines were crossed).

Anyways since we’re having some discussions today, the thing that really got me was the Snapchat where he called Amanda hot or something.. like I don’t know why that did it for me but it did. Being able to have anybody and then going after a girl who’s not only clearly attached to you but also 17.95 when there’s plenty of hot girls who are not 17.95 like it just didn’t sit right with me? But I’d love to hear your opinion on it cause it’s been bugging me that people haven’t brought up the “he could’ve chosen anyone and he went for somebody young” line of reasoning. Cause it didn’t seem like there was much of like an emotional reason for him to be flirting with her so like goddamnit man why choose the teenager you know?

But yeah I’ll always adore Dream and the joy he’s brought me is in no way soured by this and I’ll always care about what he’s doing I think but I’ve just relegated myself to the sidelines

Also do you think we’ll ever get more information or do you think this is all there will ever come of it? Like I was kinda waiting for any legal action to be brought to light so the involved parties could start speaking more openly but I’m starting to think that won’t happen?

hey there!! so sorry this took me so long to get to, i didn’t see it until i woke up and i wanted to give the topic a bit of a breather before diving in again BUT! discussion night part 2, opinions always welcome 🫶

to be honest with you the snapchat messages have always been the hardest part for me to get past (between the dubious nature of the sexts and the dry ridiculousness of the insta dms) but when you take the situation as a whole to me it reads more like the flirting just ended up happening, rather than him specifically seeking her out for romantic or sexual purposes. and i don’t think it’s greeeaaat that it happened with a fan, but the concept is nothing new (i mean, groupies have existed for decades— not saying she’s a groupie LMAO but you get the idea) and while you can certainly be skeeved out by it dream isn’t inherently especially terrible. so the real question for me is whether he DID do anything especially terrible like manipulation or the g word, and looking at everything we’ve been shown it doesn’t seem like he did. that’s my take on it anyway— but i totally get if you feel differently and i appreciate bringing that angle up cause you’re right, it’s not really something i’ve seen discussed (outside of the extreme anti camp anyway)

as for the legal side of things i’m kind of in the same boat where i assumed things would conclude in some manner and we could reassess with all the information, but now it kinda feels like it’s just gonna fade out. i still think he’d be an idiot if he didn’t actually pursue legal action, and if he didn’t negotiate being able to put out a more detailed statement, but who knows. new info could still come out any day and even settling can take a while so personally i’m prepared to give it a few more months before saying that we probably won’t get anything else. and this is kind of a pointless what-if but i’d think any new information we get could only make dream look better….? like additional context that was left out or something, because surely if amanda had another bombshell she would’ve dropped it already (knock on wood)

[garbagefarm]

Mutucule Farm (#11)

2023-03-03, session #11 of Mutucule Farm!

cast:

me (@mothmute, special friend: Pierre, ugh)

Belle (@snacco, special friend: Evelyn)

Cam (@amanitaspore, special friend: Elliott)

Erin (@salamand3rin, special friend: Caroline)

Highlights include, but are not limited to:

Pre-session, Belle threatens to keep running counts of deep sighs and times I stop to take notes

I realized that my naming scheme for the chickens was flawed, so I was prepared to sell ‘em and start over fresh until somebody pointed out I could rename them

Previously: Catbird, Bluejay, Heron, and Grackle

Now: Oviraptor, Gallimimus, Baryonyx, and Iguanodon

when we get dinosaurs, we can use the old naming scheme for them

I now have two lists of notes for stardew, “bird names” and “dino names”, and they’d probably confuse some people

Cam is scared of his teeth. Everybody is scared of Cam’s teeth......

Wizard wants void essence. We have plenty, but I go to the mines to collect some fresh. I get stuck at 3, even though I murdered them for their void essence fair and square!

(squares: the most impartial shape)

diagnosed with a terminal case of the tired sleepy

I get level 3 farming! this is a mystery to me, as I haven’t been picking crops. I think this is from petting my birds? (after looking at the wiki, this is likely correct)

Willy supplies us with Copper Pans. I immediately put it on my head, and everybody makes fun of me because they think it looks terrible. They are correct.

Fella’s got the scoop!! (see gallery)

gotta find a flattering angle, maybe use a filter...

Belle wants to fry an egg for The Spirits, and takes more than I’d agreed to >:(

I delve into the mines and get SLAIN BY A SLIME due to Dungeon Floors

It took all my bombs!!!

due to unrelated internet connectivity problems, we restart the day, phew!

Junimos fixing the bus!

Hangin’ out with the boys, the power of ritualistic dance

talkin’ about the wizard bundle. the wundle.

I visit the desert, and couldn’t resist the skull

Erin gets peer-pressured into accepting a cactus seed for her garden pot

Struggling to remember what we were doing, like if the guy from Memento (2000) was playing Stardew Valley

I delve into the mines and get SLAIN BY A SLIME due to Dungeon Floors! Again!!

It took all my bombs!!! Again!!!!

soooo we’re gonna restart this day too, right? haha jk... unless? 😳

(We do not)

Night market is here!!

I pick up a red cabbage for the bundle

I snipe all three original Lupini paintings!

(Erin accuses one of them of being derivative...)

Everybody going to the mermaid show!!

Cam does not want coffee this late at night

Linus memorializing his old friend, the glittering boulder. He’s happy for it moving on.

Linus caught me digging through the trash, and ... Linus is impressed! He even asked if I found anything good!

Erin didn’t make it to bed......

Belle was a Dinosaur Kid (and supplied the bird names, thanks Belle!)

“a lot of them don’t exist anymore, but we had iguanodons”

I thought iguanodons were extinct....

Train!! aaand it’s a passenger train, no loot

Erin wishes we could pull a train heist

Erin gifts me a bunch of cherry bombs to replace some of the bombs I lost in the mines and I am left speechless by this touching gift

Cam already gave me a sword, Belle has catching up to do

My first large egg!

“your first legg!” no, not really

Genie shoes?

putting aside the implications of Stardew Valley’s world containing not just mythological genies but ones real enough to have shoes,

do genies ... wear shoes??

I mean I guess not, that’s how I found ‘em

Winter star “special friend” announcements!!

(list up in the cast)

... goddammit, I got this guy again?? ugh fine this time I’ll get him something he likes. fried calamari, ready to go.

RIP Belle, dead in the mines

Somebody’s been doing something in the greenhouse, but nobody remembers what. Erin’s taking care of it, guess we’ll find out eventually

Surprise, building another barn!! Hog barn!! (someday)

“I’m looking for a hog time, not a long time, if you know what I mean”

“You have a secret note! you should eat it!”

speculating on cask-aged mayonnaise

I realize I’ve been slacking on the romance!!

google dot com “where is penny”

she’s at the playground with the kids

Jas confesses to feeding cows crawdads. They loved it??

Belle announces she has Pompkin. everybody piles in.

next day, the spirits are very displeased. maybe they’re prudes??

We’ve got an ongoing special order to get hardwood for Robin, and then she mails us a request for even more hardwood (that doesn’t count towards the special order)

Belle accuses Erin of illegally parking her horse!

“are you a cop??” “no!” “that sounds like a cop-out”

forgot to mention, I’ve been growing winter seeds to try and keep leveling my foraging.

I ask Belle and Erin to keep watering my horrible winter seeds while I upgrade my watering can

We all take a trip to the desert for a photo-op (see gallery)

I found a golden r’lic! We should start a religion!

I discover a fascinating trick with my terrible hat, which promptly cracks everybody up. (see gallery)

Erin supplies us with greenhouse-fresh strawberries :’)

telling everybody, “I would kill for [my chickens], nevermind that I was gonna sell ‘em.”

End-of-session non-canon day

Erin sells Baphomet!! no!!!

TO-DO:

upgrade barns until pigs arrive

winter star gifts!

pick up my watering can!

backpack upgrades for everybody, whoops

more tool upgrades??

romance???

fruit trees???

(link to photo gallery post, since this was getting pretty long)

[pzycho391]

So.. I’m gonna type this down in hopes it’s gonna make me feel a bit better. 

This will contain mentions of animal death, grieving and the paranormal and spiritual stuff. Do not continue if you’re not into that.

I have pretty much always believed in ghosts and other otherworldly beings.(no gods). So, I was completely wrecked after having to make the decision to have Poker put down. I was so detached I barely even cried the first few days, other than during the vet visit. After that, I was basically in bed the rest of the day, trying to comprehend the fact that my dog, who’s been with me since he was nine weeks old, and who was with me for almost twelve years.. was no longer around. This has so far been the only time I wanted to be haunted.

The first night following Pokers death, I woke up about 4 am. And I swear I could hear him standing outside my door. Wanting to be let in. He had a special type of squeaking he’d do. And I could not bring myself to open the door. I was just looking at my ceiling, pretending to not hear it until it stopped. I don’t know how long that took. I regretted that immediately. I started questioning if maybe his ghost really was outside and now by not opening the door, I made him believe he wasn’t welcome anymore. But I couldn’t bare to open the door, I knew I wouldn’t see anything out there and it would be more heartbreaking.

A few night after that, I had a dream about him. There was no real background in this dream, or at least I didn’t notice. I was standing around, and Poker showed up. He was looking tired, drowsy, even sick. Like he did before I had to make this decision. I started to cry, I wanted to hug him but he looked like he was in so much pain. I started to apologize to him. I apologized for being a bad owner, for not noticing his heart failure early enough, for not taking proper care of him, for not knowing what I should have done. Because that’s how I felt at the time. That I didn’t know, that I didn’t see. After that, he was still just looking sickly and suffering, he didn’t really acknowledge me. So I was just crying more, feeling like my apologies wasn’t enough. I cupped my face in my hands and started screaming “I’m sorry!” over and over until I fell to my knees. The moment my legs hit the ground, I woke up. And I felt like shit. I spent several days believing that he was mad at me, like I had let him down.

A few more days after that dream, maybe a week later. I had another one. So again, no noticeable background. The difference was tho, that this time he looked healthy, younger and happy. And he was excited to see me. He was wagging his tail so much he was shaking his entire body. And of course, I was happy to see him too. So just like the last dream, I started to cry. But it was happy tears this time. I was just telling him over and over how much I miss him and how he’s the best. Bästaste Snutten. Which I did call him sometimes while he was alive. After some time of petting and kissing. We departed, I think he started to leave first. That doesn’t matter tho. I woke up after after that.

And I felt relieved. I felt forgiven. Like I hadn’t been such a terrible owner I had made myself up to be. I felt like he wasn’t mad at me, which I believed from the first dream.

A small detail about the dreams, in the first one, he was below me. Like in real life, I had to look down to look at him. In the second one, he was above me, like we were meeting in a staircase. Or more like he was on the next floor and I was in the staircase, because he wasn’t standing in an angle.

And still to this day I choose to believe that those dreams were paranormal, that it was in fact his spirit visiting me. Maybe he just needed a few days on the other side to recover from his ailments.

And I hope that we will reunite some day, that he’ll reincarnate and we’ll be together again.

[radicaldreamer017]

They had lots of fun at that con. They were terribly cute too (still having that sweet chemistry even after 2 decades and not getting younger).

But i have « opinions » about their current vision of the ship.

Either I forgot how to do the « under the cut » thing or Tumblr axed it (never mind, the space does the trick).

I don’t think this is a very happy nor fair resolution for a long drawn out/slow burn forbidden romance (with its share of angst). Nor does it make sense if we are to believe the « friends with benefits » choice is completely genuine/honest from the characters.

To paraphrase halluJack (and Jacob) in Grace, they « deserve more ». Because they ARE more than a collection of repressed sexual fantasies. If Sam go visit Jack when she’s Earth side, it’s not because she hadn’t some in a while. It’s because he’s home to her and she’s not going to pass an opportunity to be with the man she loves and misses. Even if it’s much easier to pretend what they have is casual fun (I’ll touch on that later, because it actually fits them more than textbook, honest FWB).

Friends with benefits don’t have any romantic feelings for one another. That’s kinda the point. They’re not committed whatsoever. They don’t promise anything but an occasional fun time under the sheets. They’re non monogamous by nature (so there’s no jealousy… Sam was about to get married in s8 to another dude and she still got jealous and uncomfortable if she saw Jack having interest towards anyone else… even innocuous ogling… you really gonna convince me she would be totally fine with him possibly dating multiple other people later on ? No mixed feelings/a tiny bit of pain ? I don’t buy it). They were never going to be happily married (+ with kids at times) in several other realities/universes.

I don’t see the point of the ship existing at all in canon if that was going to be the conclusion. They were sexually frustrated and not really in love ? Then just say it early (heck, have them bone in an episode when that can be excused away like in Beneath the Surface or The Light and have them decide that… yep, it was just hormones after all… « Glad we cleared that up, sir/Carter. Feels good now that it’s done and behind us. Now we can move on with our personal lives and feel relaxed in our daily interactions ») and never build anything resembling « i’d rather die than lose you » romance between them later on ? Never introduce the notion of marriage (even if it was in alts) either.

I never felt drawn to seriously ship Sam with her other teammates because they knew to keep it platonic, even as she literally said « I love you » to Daniel when he was dying in Meridian. But things were different with Jack (as schizophrenic as their bond could look like at times considering the professional facade they have to display as officers… and depending on the writing’s consistency/quality).

Now, here’s the only way I can imagine the Friends with Benefits angle « working » without ruining/making the ship look shallow, pointless… and a tiny bit of a gigantic decades old prank on shippers.

Sam and Jack are scared of losing each other and therefore came up with another kind of denial.

S1/8 : can’t be together because of the rules and are scared to get hurt and lose each other if they make a change… so they pretend they’re nothing but coworkers, that the affection only comes from daddy issues (remember Jack warning Martouf to return Sam to him like a father would do to his daughter’s date ? yeah… that was all jokingly covering the real reason he’s uncomfortable with Martouf being alone with her… meanwhile, AT once likened Jack to Sam’s weird uncle back in the days just to deny any kind of romantic interest lmao… yeah), that the other doesn’t care anymore, that maybe the love was never real but a fantasy, a « failsafe » holding Sam back from true happiness (see Grace).

And now post s8 : now they have acknowledged they need each other, that they can’t move on from each other and dating other people just ended up hurting everyone. But their work situation is still an issue and they’re still scared of losing each other (maybe they always will). In between s8/9, there’s a bit of an opportunity and they begin sleeping together. And it’s fantastic. The intimacy (that they were never allowed to have as coworkers) makes them feel good. But everything around them (their schedule, Sam’s career being important for both of them, the universe) is too wild for a normal relationship, as loving as it is, to survive (poor Jack knows it much too well after Sara… how much time did they even spend together ? how much time did he have for his son ? and then he lost it all. Because of his own carelessness at that.). And there it is. The idea of another important relationship ending in failure and heartbreak terrify them. Especially because it’s them. They can’t live without each other. That will never change. So, what’s the better way to go around that ? Simply go into denial again. Or try. Pretend it’s just about the sex, really. So they can’t be hurt.

Not to mention they KNOW their alt selves who got married ended up killed. Both died in s1 and in s3, altSam was left a widow (and my headcanon wants to imagine she was pregnant too based on that infirmary scene, to me it makes her story’s ending feels more satisfying, more whole… it’s heartbreaking to raise a kid who will never know his dad… but it’s also comforting to have a reminder of him, a living proof of what they shared… like he’s still with her in a way… … …gonna fetch me a tissue 🥺). And Sam has that pesky Black Widow curse. 2 failed engagements.

It’s a lot.

So, yeah… Just Friends with Benefits. Even if it’s not really true. Sam has pictures of him in her personal belongings everywhere she goes. Jack holds on to stuff she leaves at his house with great sentimentality, like treasures. He probably has pictures too. When they’re together, « I love you » slips out quite a few times. And you know they share a meaningful look anytime it happens like « oops, busted… both of us ». They barely try casual dating other folks… and if they do, they think of each other. And sometimes, they’re probably sick of pretending but they still carry on because their lives, Sam’s life in particular is crazy and he will never hold her back. But when something bad happens to her, he worries, he despairs, he tries to come see her. That’s when the « lie » they built seems the most idiotic.

Then Cassie becomes a parent and make them grandparents and it shakes their illusion. And when Sam makes General and rejoins the SGC and Jack is retired, taking care of his grandchild/ren when Cassie needs it, picking a dog with Sam too… that’s when they finally realize they were never just friends with benefits. Just old fools who went through trauma before and were really scared of losing each other. And that maybe life had something good to give to them in the end, after all.

THAT… would be, actually ok. Even beautiful/emotional if it played out like this. I would read the fic 😳 (sadly i’m better at making fanarts… drawings or manip paintings).

This post sure ended on a more heartwarming/positive note, ahah. But yeah, i’ll never accept it if they start gaslighting us (for some reason) about the mutual feelings they shared in canon. Because we’re no idiots ? The show wasn’t perfect or consistent regarding them but STILL… « I remember feeling feelings. », « I’d rather die than lose Carter. », « I care about her more than I’m supposed to. », the happy marriage in alt universes (with tragic endings that only happened because the bad guys killed one or both of them)… I know those are mostly Jack quotes but because he cares this deeply, he would NEVER experience a relationship with Sam as casual. Even if the time they have is limited by their jobs (and his age sadly).

Amanda: I stayed exploring space. He stayed at the cabin. Every once in a while, I’d go to the cabin and “fish.”

RDA: And I never learned how to fish, so it was a perfect match.

Amanda (laughing): Yeah, I think that’s a perfect relationship.

Because of this exchange, I learned that the way to say friends with benefits in French is sexfriends 😂

[neowinestainedress]

under summer sky

title: under summer sky 

pairings: suh johnny x lee taeyong x nakamoto yuta x jeong jaehyun x oc 

genre: non-idol au, poly nct au, established relationship, smut, fluff (if you squint) 

warnings: alcohol consumption (they’re all sober, though), unprotected sex (this is fiction, don’t do it irl), sex with multiple partners, fivesome, oral sex (f and m receiving / face fuck), fingering, nipple play, riding, sub / dom dynamics, dom yuta, kind of hard dom Johnny, hard dom jaehyun, switch oc (sub in this), switch (sub leaning) taeyong, dirty talk, use of sir, daddy and mommy, pet names, praise kink, slight degradation, outdoor sex (not public), exhibitionism, spit roasting (yutae), choking, spanking, tiny bit of cum play, double penetration (johnjae), anal sex (f receiving), crying, size kink, slight dumbification, overstimulation, orgasm control, multiple orgasms, squirting, minor m / m dynamics (they are ALL dating, still f / m focused), it’s pure filth i’ve got nothing more to say. 

summary: a stressful week of work leads johnny, yuta, taeyong and their girlfriend to have some fun. But Jaehyun doesn’t like to be left out at all, especially when he had been working all day, so when he finds out what happened a hot night of passion takes place under the summer sky of London. 

words count: 10.238k

a/n: you have no idea for how long I wanted to write a poly fic and I can’t believe it’s finally here. hope you’ll enjoy it, feedback is always appreciated, it motivates me and helps me get better. as always, keep in mind that english is not my first language. 

"Yeah, sure, I can also make it horizontal for the Facebook cover. No worries, yeah," Jade huffed loudly, shutting off the call, rolling her head back against the couch’s headboard.

"Another call from her and you'll have to visit me in jail," she said, throwing the phone next to her with no care. 

Yuta chuckled, leaning against the kitchen door frame. "What's going on, baby?"

"It's the twelfth time she calls me asking for changes of the logo and now she wants another design for the Facebook page, too. Like who even uses Facebook anymore?" She screamed, throwing her hands up in exasperation. 

Johnny peaked his head behind Yuta, resting it on his shoulder, and smiled at her. "Need to unwind, angel?"

She hummed, running a hand on her face, "need to get back in time to slap my old self when I picked graphic design as a major."

"You could drop, though. We bring enough money at home to make it," Taeyong replied, sitting across the room in the big armchair, the book he was reading resting on top of his lap. 

She rolled her eyes. "We already had this discussion, I'm not going to be a stay at home trophy wife." She glared at him. "Also, I love my job, I just hate clients, they are so demanding and have terrible taste."

Johnny snickered, shaking his head and then smirked. "Wife? Is this a marriage proposal?" He asked, starting to walk toward the couch, surpassing Yuta. 

"Yeah, why not? A big screw you to patriarchy by proposing to four men instead of waiting for them to do that,” she joked, opening her arms to welcome Johnny. 

“If you want to really screw patriarchy you shouldn't get married at all, you know that actually-” 

"Yes, we know," she stopped Yuta, not really in the mood to listen to his nth rant about how anti-feminist the act of marriage was. Don't get her wrong, she loved talking with him about all those topics but not now. It definitely wasn't the right moment.

Yuta huffed but hurried to her and bent over to grasp her lips in a soft kiss.

“Hey, I was there before,” Johnny lamented, sitting next to her, his weight making the couch hollow.

“None of my business," Yuta answered deepening the kiss, his hands locking in her hair, slightly tugging at the nape of her neck to recline her face and get a better angle to kiss her. 

A moan slipped out of her lips when she felt a pair of hands on her right thigh. It wasn't Yuta, not only because he was still busy cupping her face and holding her hair, but because they were bigger and a little bit more callous. Their touch was also very different. Johnny’s was firm, it was like he always had control over anything, he knew exactly what he was doing, not a glimpse of insecurity in his actions. Yuta's touch, instead, was needier, almost desperate to graze every inch of her.

"Pull away Nakamoto, she's not booked,” he ordered, pushing the Japanese back before grabbing her chin and tilting her face to kiss her. 

Even their kisses were totally different. Yuta was hungry, always passionate and a little bit messy, but Johnny no. He was always calm and collected, even when situations were more heated. It was like he had a scheme to follow, to make her go crazy. 

She heard Yuta huff and probably Taeyong place the book he was reading on the coffee table but couldn't focus on them when Johnny's hands tugged at her shorts and threw them on the ground.

A pair of lips grazed her neck and she jolted before rolling her head back, letting Taeyong nib at her skin. His lips were always chapped and drier than the other's but his kisses were the softest. Probably because he wasn't particularly dominant, and also always treated her like a jewel. Not that the others treated her badly, but they weren't afraid to be a little bit rougher. Taeyong on the other hand was always softer and extremely careful. 

"Let's get this out of the way, uh?" Yuta teased, pushing her panties down her legs slowly.

"No," she moaned, lifting her head making the three men stop immediately, "Jae’s going to be mad if he finds out we had fun without him.”

Now, it wasn't like they had fivesomes every day. They had sex separately without any problem, but when they got all together, they had to be all. 

Johnny was the first to laugh at her words. “You think so?” He teased. His fingers started to work again on her nipples under her shirt now that he knew she didn’t want the fun to be over but was just worried for their other boyfriend who, unlike them, was at work since this early morning. 

"You know he doesn't like to be left out,” she answered, pressing her legs together, trying to stop the ache, but Yuta pulled them apart and lowered, his breath fanning her wet cunt. She breathed deeply, closing her eyes, trying not to give in to the need to be fucked. It had been an incredibly long week of work and they also had been extremely busy. Denying that she hadn’t been thinking about this the whole day, every time one of them passed next to her, was foolish. 

"Well, he doesn't have to know, does he? " The tallest man replied, looking at the other two men in the room.

“He will know,” she mumbled, closing her eyes when Taeyong and Yuta’s mouths met her body at the same time, one closing around her nipple the other around her clit. 

"Just relax baby, aren't you stressed?” Johnny reassured with a soothing voice. 

She nodded, biting her lips to silence herself, but Johnny's fingers grazed them, freeing the lower lip from the grip of her teeth.

“Let it out, baby. We want to hear you,” he cooed with a sweet tone that hid an order. 

Yuta wrapped his hands around her thighs and pushed her down, closer to him. His skilled tongue was working on her, lapping at her slit and then focusing on her clit, sucking and circling it.

Her hands found Johnny’s and held tight. Yuta was definitely the best one at giving her head. Not that the others weren't good, but Yuta loved it and would always be the first one to propose to go down on her, alongside Taeyong. But Taeyong was gentle, slow, and sometimes would get way too lost in the moment. Yuta instead was intense and also seemed to have a method made just for her, always keeping his focus on her need. 

“Fuck, Yuta,” she cursed, head lolled back, mouth open and eyebrow knitted together.  

“Good?" He asked, grinning against her, already knowing the answer. He knew he was good at it, he just wanted to hear her say it out loud, fuel his ego in front of the others. 

“Mhh, yeah,” she moaned, hands clasping in Taeyong hair to push him closer to her boob and urge him to suck more harshly on her nipple. 

Her other hand reached Johnny’s pants and tried to push his shorts down, but he stopped her before she could even try to slip a hand past the elastic band. 

“No, sweetie, that's for you,” he said. 

“But,” she tried to retort, looking at him with pleading eyes. 

“No buts. Now kiss me.” She did as told and let her free hand travel down, pressing Yuta closer to her body while her hips bucked up. 

 “I’m close, please,” she moaned, silently begging the man with dyed ginger hair to insert some fingers in her but Yuta had one thing in mind, making her come just with his mouth and he had no intention to change it.

He quickened his movement and then spoke, “Then come, baby,” he urged, the vibration on her pussy sending her over the edge, the orgasm washing over like a warm wave. 

“Feeling better?” Johnny asked, finally letting go of her lips, and she simply nodded, still under the haze of the orgasm she just had. 

“One more, please,” she begged with pleading eyes. Jaehyun would've come home late and there was no way she would've last all that time with just that. Especially when the others, meaning Johnny and Yuta, would’ve spent the rest of the day teasing her. 

Johnny looked at Yuta and he shared his gaze, they both turned at the same time to look at Taeyong and his flushed cheeks. He was kissing her sweetly and probably trying not to think about the painful boner in his pants. If they would've survived till tonight, he wouldn't, and they had no intention to hear him unsuccessfully try to suppress his moans as he jerked off in the shower.

"Why don't you ride our Yongie?" Johnny proposed, but it was an order and they both knew it, not that they minded, actually. 

Their eyes lit up and Taeyong immediately sat down on the couch after discarding his clothes to the floor. His pretty cock springing against his abdomen. He wasn't the biggest of the four but she always found it the prettiest, also it was pretty veiny and she loved how it felt against her walls.

"So hard for me?" She cooed, tracing the length of his dick with two fingers.

“Jade,” Johnny warned sternly, she pressed her lips together and climbed on top of the man sitting next to her. “If you tease him, I'll tease you.”

She nodded and then lifted her hips, one hand grabbing his cock and the other resting on his shoulder to find the balance to lower on him.

She lolled her head back as she sunk down, feeling him stretching her. It didn't take her long to get used, he definitely wasn't Johnny or Jaehyun. But he was fairly thick, more than Yuta that, unlike him, was a little bit longer.

Taeyong immediately cupped her right boob in his hand after lifting her shirt off of her body, no more clothes getting in the way, while the other rested on her waist, guiding her movements. 

“You're so good,” he praised, letting his head fall against the headboard, eyes slightly parted staring at her through his long lashes.

“You like it?" She asked, purposefully tightening her walls around him. “Like the way my pussy squeezes you?”

Taeyong nodded, biting his lips for a second before letting moans spill out of his mouth and she could come by that only. Taeyong was so fucking vocal and that made her lose her mind, his whines were music to her ears and the fact that he never held back made her always feel powerful. She was the one turning him into a whimpering mess, those moans were because of her and for her.

The romance of the moment was interrupted by the sharp sound that filled the room when Johnny’s palm met her ass.

She groaned, closing her eyes and tightening around Taeyong instinctively. 

“Faster, ride him faster,” he ordered, hand resting around her hip. “You don't want me to fuck you on him, right?”

She shook her head and started accelerating her thrusts, her ass bouncing up and down Taeyong's thighs with every movement. 

“Like this,” Johnny praised, fingers tracing her skin, teasing her rim, “good girl.”

“Taeyong fuck back into her, she doesn't have to get tired,” Yuta commanded, pinching the pink-haired man’s nipples.

“Stop, Jade, lean onto me,” Johnny said, holding her body in place by her hips, letting Taeyong do all the job.

The other glared at them, mad he had to do all the job, especially when she was so good at riding, but didn't stop, not even when Johnny let her down again, allowing her to move again.

Yuta sneaked his hands between their bodies and started to play with her clit, causing her head to fall back against Johnny’s shoulder, while she kept rocking up and down at a fast speed. 

“Fuck, too tight, 'm gonna come,” Taeyong mumbled, nails digging in the skin of her waist where he was holding for dear life. 

“No,” Johnny retorted, “you're coming with her.”

Taeyong whined, trying to hold the orgasm in, but it felt nearly impossible when she kept clenching around him and he could feel her cum drip down to his balls. 

Looking down at him and seeing his face flushed in red, Jade said, “but I'm close too.”

“Not yet,” Johnny repeated in a serious, but calm, tone as he wrapped a hand around the base of Taeyong’s dick squeezing to prevent him from releasing. 

“But Johnny, please,” she begged, head spinning as she felt Taeyong throb inside her. 

“Johnny?” He asked, slapping her ass with an eyebrow raised.

“Daddy, please,” she corrected, trying to slow down her movement to help Taeyong and herself last longer, stilling against his base and moving her ass in circles.  

Johnny shook his head. “Speed back up, Jade. Don’t play stupid games with me,” he warned, spanking her again, letting the agonizing torture go on while Yuta quickened his movements on her clit and she forced herself to pick up the fast speed of before as their thrusts started to get messier.

"Fuck," Taeyong cursed through gritted teeth, eyes squeezed shut as he felt tears threatening to slip out when Yuta started sucking on his nipple. 

“Daddy, I need to come,” she pleaded, throwing one arm back to wrap it around Johnny’s neck and pull him closer. 

The man behind her glanced at Taeyong and took in his absolutely devasted form, he was trying too hard not to come and by now it was probably on the limit of impossible to hold back. And even if it was funny seeing him like this, and how hard she tried to help him, this session was for her and she had already held it long enough. 

“Go on, angel, come around Yongie’s cock,” he whispered, loud enough for the man to hear too and snap his eyes open, finally letting go at the pleasure. 

With a smile on her face, she leaned down, trapping Taeyong’s lips in a kiss and started moving faster, clenching her walls around him as the climax hit them at the same time, coating him with her juices as he came inside of her. 

She let her head rest against Taeyong's shoulders, body still shuddering from the orgasm, and he wrapped his arms around her back, patting gently. 

“You did so well,” Johnny praised, caressing both of their heads and kissing their cheeks softly. 

“Our good babies, aren’t you?” Yuta cooed, reaching out a hand for her to steady herself once she pulled away from Taeyong and stood up. 

Taeyong blushed, covering his face with his hands; after sex praise always made him too conscious of how dominant the others were. 

“Come on, let’s get you both cleaned up,” Johnny urged, grabbing Taeyong and lifting him on his shoulder, heading to the bathroom while Yuta walked side by side with Jade. “We don’t want Jaehyun to find you all dirty, right?” 

“Hey, I’m home,” Jaehyun’s voice resonated through the walls of the big living room but nobody answered, the house was filled with silence. 

He furrowed, glaring at the clock. It was later than usual but it was just 8 pm, and the summer sun was still lighting the sky, so they couldn’t be asleep, right? 

He huffed, and running a hand through his hair he left his shoes next to the door before walking further into the house, pricking up his ears to try to hear the smallest sound that could lead him to his partners. And as he walked to the kitchen, he heard something; Jade and Yuta’s loud laugh ringing in the night while Taeyong was whining about something he couldn’t comprehend. A soft smile plastered on his face while he threw his bag on the couch before running to the kitchen, toward the door that led to their backyard. 

The first to notice him was Jade who ran to him in a split second and jumped in his arms. “Jae!” She screamed, snuggling her face in the crook of his neck.

He smiled back and grabbed her waist and ass to keep her up. “Hey, love,” he greeted, gently blowing on her face to push a strand of hair out of the way, making her nose scrunch in a lovely expression. “Missed me?” 

She nodded with a pout on her face. “It was a terrible day.” 

Jaehyun chuckled, walking toward Johnny who was standing near the barbeque, grilling meat and some potatoes. 

“Terrible day? What happened?” He asked, leaning toward the tall man to steal a kiss. 

“Welcome home, love,” Johnny mumbled against the kiss before turning his attention to the meat again, eyebrow knitted in a focused expression while he tried not to burn it. 

“Work,” she answered. “I can’t wait to finish with this client, she’s fucking me up,” she huffed, head resting against his shoulder as he walked around the table to also peck a kiss on Taeyong’s and Yuta’s lips. 

“And I think four of us fucking you up is already enough, right?” Jaehyun joked, sitting on the chair between Taeyong and the empty one where she was sitting before. 

She playfully slapped him. “Jae! Shut up,” and then burst out laughing along with the others. 

“Anyway,” Taeyong said, filling Jaehyun's plate with some meat that Johnny had already cooked and kimchi, “how was your day? You didn’t even text.” 

“Long, but good,” Jaehyun answered, opening some bottoms of his shirt, the hot weather was getting on his head. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you anything, but I had no free time.” 

“Get off, Jade, he has to eat and you too,” Taeyong commanded, and reluctantly she obeyed, sitting back at her place. 

“Were there hot models at the shooting?” She asked, chewing the end of her fork, head tilted to the side to stare at him. His mid-length brown hair falling on the side of his head, the drips of sweat running down his toned abs, the necklace hitting his chest... the only pictures she was playing in her head were unholy. She snapped out of it, clasping her legs together, feeling wetness pool down her folds just at the thought of what he could do to her. 

Jaehyun smirked, both for the question and also for her reaction that didn’t go unnoticed by him. 

“Yeah, we had to take many photos pressed against each other, their hands on my body, you know, the norm,” he teased before pushing a piece of meat in his mouth, studying her reaction. 

She pressed her lips together and breathed loudly through her nose. “Good for them, that’s the only thing they get to do with you,” she smiled fakely before stealing Yuta the last potato left on the plate. 

“Hey! I saw that first,” he screamed, turning to Taeyong as if he had to intervene, but the man paid no attention and got up to help Johnny with something. Yuta rolled his eyes at her triumphant expression and then added, “Also stop being jealous, you’re sharing him with three others, it makes no sense.” 

“Number one, I grabbed it first,” she sang, sticking her tongue out, “and number two, I’m not jealous.” 

“So you wouldn’t mind if I brought a girl over one day?” Jaehyun asked, she wasn’t looking at him but knew that he had a big smirk on his face. 

She swallowed, hand clenching around the fork. Well, technically she couldn’t say a thing, they were in a polyamorous relationship, they were poly, God, even her could’ve fallen for somebody else unexpectedly, but she loved their little five-pieces polycule a little bit too much to think about adding somebody else. 

“Of course, you can do whatever you want,” she replied, before grabbing her glass full of beer and pushing it down her throat in one go. 

Jaehyun snickered and turned to Yuta who was shaking his head. “Worst actress ever,” the Japanese huffed, sipping on his drink too. 

“Last round ready,” Johnny exclaimed, turning to the table with two trays full of food, interrupting their conversation. “I sacrificed myself by grilling on the 20th of July so you better eat everything, loves.” 

“Yes, Dad,” Yuta answered playfully, pushing back the chair to his side to let him sit and finally eat too. 

“Have you eaten lunch?” Taeyong asked, turning to Jaehyun, as he filled his own plate. 

“Yeah, there was a good catering at the shooting, usually we have crumbs,” he commented, giggling at the memories of what he had to eat during the breaks of some past shootings.

“Wasn’t it supposed to end at 6:30?” Johnny asked, filling his glass before bringing it to his lips. 

“Yeah, dragged longer because they had some problems, first with the lighting and then the tethering cable stopped working and they had to buy them at the moment or the shoot couldn’t go on.” 

“Damn, that’s a problem. That’s why I always bring one more,” Johnny said, bragging about his professionalism. 

“This photographer is fresh out of college, Johnny. If it wasn’t for us models carrying the shoot he would’ve gone home with the same two poses just with different clothes,” Jaehyun answered, dipping his food in the closest sauce without dwelling much about what it was. 

“Why do big agencies hire those newbies?” Jade asked. She always received doors on her face every time she presented her portfolio to big agencies when she proposed as a digital assistant because they needed ‘somebody they could trust', bullshits. 

Jaehyun shrugged, but Johnny answered instead. “It was a side project, surely. They have these slots for side shoots and they send new and young people so they can overwork them and also underpay them.” He shrugged, he had been there too, when he had started and had to put money away to be able to open his own studio. 

“But they overwork models too,” she noted after swallowing the last piece of food on her plate, head resting on her palm as she felt the effects of the alcohol start to show as she started to feel incredibly hot. Surely it wasn't just for that, she couldn't blame the beer if her boyfriends looked incredibly hot right now, even if they were doing nothing. Johnny's tanned skin, Yuta's toned arms, Taeyong's thick thigh, Jaehyun's slim fingers... okay enough. She shook her head, hair falling on her face and grabbed her glass again, trying to focus on the conversation she momentarily zoned out from. Johnny probably said something but she only grasped the model answer, the topic still on the question she asked.  

“Not really,” Jaehyun answered, “we just have to wait if something goes wrong but we have no responsibility, they have to give the agency something and fix what happens on set.” 

“All of a sudden translating for a living doesn’t sound so bad at all,” Yuta joked, stretching and lifting his shirt over his head, throwing it behind on the grass, gaining a deadly glare from both Jade and Taeyong. “I’ll do the laundry next round,” he announced, raising his hands in the air.  

Johnny and Jaehyun laughed before the latter sighed and started to unbutton all of the remaining bottoms of his blouse. 

“What are you doing?” Jade asked, staring at him in shock. 

“Getting rid of this,” he stated as if it was obvious. “It’s hot, Jade.” 

She nodded, wetting her lips and drifting her eyes from him, but in front of her, there was Johnny who was now topless like the other two. She rolled her eyes and tried to focus on the food, filling her plate again and avoiding the fire between her legs. She hated how they could connect silently just to mess up with her. 

The hot air turned a little bit colder when the sun started to sink behind the horizon, leaving the place to a nice July night with a sky filled with stars and a lovely breeze blowing on their skins. 

The garden swing was big enough to accommodate all of them as they rocked back and forth while r&b music, chosen by Jaehyun, played in the background. 

Jade was pressed between Jaehyun’s and Yuta’s bodies, their hot skins burning against hers, her knees pulled to her chest while Yuta played with her hair and Jaehyun caressed the back of her hand that was locked with his.

On the other side, Taeyong was resting his head against Johnny while the latter massaged his shoulder and neck, leaving sweet kisses on his temple every now and then.

“Aren’t you hot?” Jaehyun asked, voice incredibly sultry, the implication behind it the complete opposite of the soft gestures of his hands. 

She hummed in affirmation, keeping her eyes closed, trying to focus on their hands and the romanticism of the moment and brushing off the heat that was rising on her skin, not given by the summer air. 

“Then why don’t you take it off? It must be so constricting,” he teased, tugging down at her shirt. 

“You know why,” she answered, opening her eyes and turning around to face his smirking, handsome, too handsome, face. She never wore a bra when she was inside, especially during summer, and she also stopped wearing them while going out most of the time. Her boobs weren’t small, but not even that big that she couldn’t live without something to support them. And they were all well aware of that since they made good use of her choice most of the time.

“No, why?” Jaehyun teased, playing dumb. 

She closed her eyes and breathed deeply before standing from the backrest of the swing, pulling away from the two men and lifting her, technically Johnny’s, shirt, leaving her body exposed, the only clothes covering her now, the panties. 

Jaehyun smirked in triumph as she leaned back again as if nothing happened. 

“Much better, isn’t it?” He whispered, breath colliding against her neck and she hated how her body betrayed her, reacting at his deep voice and his hand palming her stomach. Her nipples hardened and perked up while she pressed her thighs tighter together. 

“If you keep doing that your legs will become one,” Johnny noted from the other end of the swing and she cursed under her breath. How the hell he had eyes everywhere? Couldn’t he focus on Taeyong or the moon for once? 

She could feel Jaehyun’s smirk against her skin and then his voice spoke again. “Want me to go lower?” He asked, thumb moving in circles on her tummy while his hand was still, warming her. She shook her head but Yuta was fast at reaching down for her inner thigh, pulling her legs open for the second time that day. 

“Yuta, goddamn,” she cursed trying to sound menacing but a pathetic moan left her lips when Jaehyun’s hands buried in her completely drenched panties and pressed against her pussy. The ginger simply smirked at her reaction and folded her breast. 

Jaehyun started to move the pads of his fingers up and down with a frown on his face. 

“Now,” he mumbled, “you are a dirty little thing, and we know it, you’re probably thinking about this since you woke up,” he mocked, his other hand playing with the other nipple Yuta wasn’t paying any attention, “but this,” he said, pulling his cum coated fingers out, “is not all yours.” 

His stern gaze made her draw her legs together, but he firmly kept them open as he studied the others' expressions. Yuta and Johnny were absolutely unbothered, Taeyong on the other hand... 

Jaehyun snickered, getting up to bend in front of the man, just enough to come face-to-face with him. “Yongie,” he sang mockingly, signalling Johnny to push his hands out of his face, “Is this yours?” he asked, fingers tapping against the other’s lips, making their way into his mouth. 

“Suck,” he ordered, not even waiting for him to answer. He already knew. 

Once his fingers were clean, Jaehyun pulled out with a scoff and then got back to Jade, linking his fingers in the band of her panties and ripping them apart making her gasp. 

“We’re outside, Jae,” she squeaked, panic running in her veins as she looked around. The backyard, and especially the swing, were pretty much covered from strangers' eyes but the windows of their neighbour’s house had a great view of the place.  

Jaehyun scoffed, parting her legs more and plugging two fingers into her, the metal bar of his rings cutting her breath short in her lungs. “As if you care,” he taunted, leaning down to spit on her entrance, just because, not that he had lubrication problems given the mess that already was between her legs. And she loved it and the view, a little bit too much. Jade moaned loudly and Yuta quickly stuffed two fingers into her mouth to keep her quiet. 

“We’re outside, Jae,” Jaehyun mimicked her, looking up at her as he kept moving his fingers inside out. “Not afraid somebody will see you, anymore?” He scorned, curling his fingers inside. “They all know what you sound like, angel, wouldn’t it be nice to also let them know what you look like while you’re getting fucked dumb?” 

She rolled her eyes back, head falling against Yuta’s shoulders again, humming around his fingers, tongue twirling around his digits, just like she would've done if it was his cock. 

“You’re so fucking desperate you couldn’t even wait, ugh?” 

She wanted to talk back and tell him that actually, it had been Johnny and Yuta’s fault but she knew there was no point, not now at least. And also she didn’t stop them before, if she didn’t want to, it wouldn’t have happened, but it did, because Jaehyun was right, she couldn’t wait. They had been so busy during the last week they didn’t find a moment to spend like this, and honestly, it had been months since they all fucked together. 

“Answer me when I talk to you,” he ordered, lightly slapping her inner thigh to gain her attention. 

She struggled around Yuta’s digits before the man pulled out, rivers of saliva streaming down her chin to her neck. “Yes,” she mumbled, catching her breath again. 

“Yes, what?” Jaehyun asked, fingers stilled inside of her, tips brushing against her most sensitive spot and rings pressing against her entrance. 

“Yes, sir,” she replied, watery eyes looking up at him; biceps flexed supporting his body, abs contracted, necklaces hanging from his neck, lust-filled eyes boring holes in her. 

Jaehyun simply nodded and resumed thrusting into her, leaving her a little bit disappointed, she wanted to be praised, she loved to be praised, but it seemed that that night she had to work for it. Jaehyun was pissed off, not mad, but annoyed the right amount to be harder than usual to soften up. 

Right when she was about to feel her high approach Jaehyun pulled out, laughing at the disappointed huff that rolled out of her mouth. 

“Taeyong, here,” he ordered sternly without sparing a glance at the other man. 

Johnny pushed him up and gestured him to do as told and don’t make him wait any longer. 

“Kneel,” Jaehyun ordered. 

“Here?” Taeyong asked, voice shaky, eyes looking everywhere but the younger. 

“In front of her, now,” Jaehyun gestured, moving to the side to block the swing from moving back and forth. 

Taeyong did as told without wasting other time and found himself facing her dripping core, her feet were planted in the soft cushion underneath her, the left leg trapped by Yuta’s firm hold. 

When he came back to the spot, Jaehyun’s fingers found his mouth again and now, with no words, he started sucking again, cleaning his digit and swallowing their juices. 

“I want you to eat her out as if she is your last meal, Yong.” 

“He- here?” Taeyong stuttered, looking around, staring at their open field. 

“What? You don’t want to show the neighbours how much you love your silly little girlfriend?” Jaehyun asked in a mocking tone, hand grabbing his chin before pulling him into an aggressive kiss. 

Taeyong nodded and immediately let his mouth lap at her pussy. His hands were resting against her thighs, nails digging into her skin, the slight pain pleasurable and overshadowed by the pleasure of his lips and tongue working on her. 

Yuta huffed behind them, he needed to get some action but Jaehyun seemed to want to have full control of the night and he didn’t really want to go against him, so he started doing what he had interrupted, playing with her nipples. 

“You taste so good, mommy,” Taeyong mumbled, face pressed against her heat, tongue pushing inside and out of her just to get back and lick her folds all the way to her clit, sucking harshly. Another thing about Taeyong in bed was that he was loud and sloppy. And the sounds, as filthy as they were, made Jade get extremely aroused. So she couldn’t quite contain the loud moans from slipping out of her mouth. 

Jaehyun groaned and ran a hand through his hair before signalling Johnny to get up. 

“First, you act all ashamed that somebody might see you and then you moan like a bitch in heat?” He said, cupping her chin, forcing her to look up at him. 

“’M sorry,” she mumbled, trying to keep her voice low. 

Jaehyun scoffed. “Blah, blah, blah, instead of making up excuses put that pretty mouth to good use.” 

She nodded and then gasped when he let go of her face and stared at Yuta as if the other man already knew what to do. 

Yuta got up, and she whined at the loss of contact, she tried to find the replacement in Taeyong’s hand but before she could move, the tallest man stopped her. 

“Yong, stop,” Johnny commanded before taking a few steps forward and moving her to lay on the seat, her head reclined behind hanging off at the left end of the swing, between the hole of the armrest. 

“Daddy, what are you doing?” She asked, confused by the sudden, and odd, change of position. 

“Shh,” he reassured, pulling her hair back so it wouldn’t stick to her face anymore, “getting you ready for Yuta.” 

When he also left, she felt incredibly exposed, but Taeyong was swiftly brought back against her pussy by Johnny. The new position was a little bit more uncomfortable for the man, but it didn’t take him long to adjust and get back where he stopped. 

She barely had the time to relax under Taeyong's act when the tip of a cock tapped against her lips, her eyes widening in surprise. 

“Be a good girl and let me fuck your mouth, okay?” Yuta soothed, giving his cock a few pumps before she let her mouth fall open and welcomed him in. 

She closed her eyes, enjoying the sensation of his heavy length against her tongue. She knew he would’ve started to go faster soon, he loved it to be messy, sloppy and fast, mostly because he knew she could take it with ease.

Yuta started slowly, giving her time to adjust before he picked up a quick speed, the position allowing him to reach the end of her throat better and slide into her more easily. 

He wrapped a hand around her throat to keep her in place and squeezed, making her gag around his length before letting go, stroking the side of her neck with his thumb. 

“Fuck,” he moaned, staring at the sight in front of him. It was incredibly hot, her legs sprawled as Taeyong worked dedicatedly on her, her boobs jumping because of his thrusts, sweat pearling their skins, and Jaehyun and Johnny’s gazes fixed on them. The whole idea of possible other watchers also turned him on quite a lot. 

Yuta threw his head back, hips hammering against her mouth causing lewd gagging sounds to fill the space around them. He looked down and wiped away some strings of spit that were dripping out of her lips, menacing to reach her eyes, and then let his hand rest around her throat without applying any pressure. 

She tapped three times against Yuta’s thigh, signalling him to pull away for a second, drool streaming down her neck and cheeks. 

“I’m close, please,” she whined, trying to look up at Jaehyun. “I need to come, sir,” she pleaded with tears streaming down her face, both from the blowjob but also because at this point Taeyong was edging her without even knowing. But she knew she couldn’t come without Jaehyun’s permission, either way, he was going to make her see another orgasm in a month or make her come till she was a babbling mess. 

“Taeyong,” he didn’t answer her and that made her rile up, she wanted him to talk to her, but she couldn’t dwell on it much that Yuta was pressing against her mouth again, forcing himself down her throat again. “Why don’t you show me how you fucked her while I was at work?”

Taeyong got up, chin glistening in her wetness and stared in front of him, where Yuta was basically fucking her throat and gulped. “She was riding,” he said, looking back at the tall man. 

“Good, so you can reward her by fucking her and making her come, right?” 

“Yes, sir,” he said and discarded his clothes to the ground, finally freeing his painfully hard boner. 

“Yuta,” Johnny called this time and the other pulled out of her mouth in annoyance. “Jade, turn around,” he ordered and Yuta glared at him, waiting for an explanation. “I want to see her ass bounce while he fucks her, she’s not leaving your dick, Yuta,” Johnny explained and watched as she positioned herself on all four, ass perched up in the air, the cold breeze meeting her warm cunt making her shiver. 

But the cold didn’t last much, because Taeyong immediately found her entrance again and filled her up in one decisive thrust, making her moan from the surprise. 

“You better be quick, we also want to have fun,” Jaehyun reminded as the three of them started to pick up a rhythm again; the two bouncing her back and forth at each other, pushing in and out alternating. Yuta's hands were entangled in the messy ponytail he collected her hair in, and Taeyong's were gripping her waist tight, nails digging in her flesh once again. Jaehyun's warning wasn’t much of an order, they all were already to the limit. Taeyong had spent the whole time grinding against the swing, and it didn’t go unnoticed at Johnny and Jaehyun’s eyes, they simply let it slip. Yuta was seeing heaven as he thrust into her warm mouth. And she had been on the edge since God even knows when, probably since that afternoon, given she never stopped thinking unholy things. 

And, as expected fact, it didn’t take long for their orgasm to explode. Yuta was the first one to give in to pleasure; when her tongue twirled against his tips and her cheeks hollowed particularly tight and her eyes looked up at him, tears streaming down her face, he lost it and came in her mouth, some cum spilling out on her cheeks and then even to her cleavage. It didn’t take Taeyong long to release into her as her walls clenched and she threw her head back, ass bouncing with every push, a sight heavenly enough to make his head spin. 

Once they all rode their orgasms, the two men pulled away after leaving small kisses against her skin, and she was exposed to the night sky once again. 

She felt her body give in and let her face press against the seat, surely staining it with cum and spit. Thank God, Taeyong was too fucked up to get mad at her for now. 

She turned around when she felt a pair of hands on her waist, Johnny’s, and then another grasp her ass cheeks and pull them apart, making Taeyong’s cum spill out with a plop, running down her folds to her clit, before Jaehyun’s pushed it back in again with two fingers, stimulating her swollen hole again. 

“Jae,” she whined, shaking her hips in protest, feeling super sensitive, but a smack on her ass reminded her what name she was supposed to use in the bedroom, or whatever place they found to fuck. “Sir,” she corrected, squeezing her eyes shut when she felt another finger enter her. His knuckles pressing against her before he pulled out completely, and repeated it over and over, pushing Taeyong's cum in and out. 

“You always slip somewhere,” he mocked, “I was just about to say how good you did.” 

“No,” she cried, shaking her head and trying to push her body closer to his, but Johnny was pressing her down, face flushed against the cushion.  

“Yuta, grab a glass of water, please,” Johnny requested as soon as he saw that the other man somehow pulled himself together.

“I’m fine,” she whined, standing up when Johnny let go of the hold on her body. Jaehyun pulled out, wiping the cum against her asshole, making her moan softly. 

But the older man shook his head and grabbed the glass from Yuta. “Drink up, love,” Johnny cooed, guiding her to drink, and with the peripherical view she saw Jaehyun disappear back inside, she furrowed and stopped drinking, he wasn’t dropping everything, right? “Jade,” Johnny called, forcing her to focus on him and the glass again. “Good girl,” he praised and she smiled dumbly, feeling the warmth spread all over her face. 

“Sit on your knees, hands on your tights, and don’t move,” he ordered, placing the cup down. “Yuta, look after her.” And then went inside without another word.

“You did so well before,” Yuta complimented, walking toward her, and leaning down to leave a small peck against her lips. “And you too,” he added, kissing Taeyong who was sitting on one of the two fluffy puffs that were placed in front of the swing. 

Before they could say anything else, the other two men were outside again, holding something she had no time to see because Jaehyun’s built body was standing in front of her, towering over her.

“Ass up again,” he ordered and she did as told, she was going to extract a soft pet name and praises from his lips by the end of the night, that was her only mission. 

“Look at the mess between your legs, there’s cum everywhere,” he noted, fingers tracing her thighs, smearing the liquid even more and then parting her pussy again, other cum spilling out. He looked over Taeyong for a second, impressed by the seemingly endless quantity of cum he had put in her and then got back to her, pushing the white substance up to her other hole. 

“Are you tired?” He asked, opening the lub bottle as he waited for her answer. 

“No, sir,” she answered, obediently. 

“Can you take me and Johnny –” 

“Yes, – ”

“I wasn’t finished,” he said, stopping her, coating his fingers with lube. “Can you take me and Johnny at the same time?” 

She stilled for a second, feeling the air getting knocked out of her lungs just at the thought of taking them both. It wasn’t the first time she took them together, and she actually really liked it, but let’s say that, out of all the combinations of boyfriends that were possible, this one was the most reckless. They, hands down, had the biggest dicks, Johnny was the longest and Jaehyun the thickest, so it always took a fair amount of time to get adjusted to them. 

“Yes, sir,” she mumbled, eyes meeting Johnny’s, “I can take yours and Daddy’s cock at the same time.” 

“Well,” Jaehyun said, this time fighting the urge to praise her, but he wanted to see how far she was going to push to get what she wanted. So he pressed his finger against her opening and pushed, starting to prep her to take him from behind. 

She relaxed under his touch, the hand that wasn’t busy fingering her ass was gently placed on her ass cheek, and his fingers grazed her inside so good that she could feel her toes curl in anticipation. Before him, she had never tried anal, but once she overcame the first fears, she found out she loved it, so much that it was one of the few things that also made her squirt. 

“Want to go inside?” Johnny asked, sitting in front of her, stroking her hair and cheek.

“Now?” Jaehyun asked, furrowing a brow.

“I asked her, not you, shut up,” he replied and the other man simply shook his head, adding a third finger in her. 

She muffled a moan before answering, “No, I like it here.” 

Jaehyun raised a brow at Johnny as a silent ‘told you’ and the older simply rolled his eyes annoyed. 

“Our baby loves to put on a show, doesn’t she?” 

“Yeah, sir,” she replied, arching her back more, meeting him halfway. 

“Then let’s go,” he urged, pulling out, sitting on the empty space next to her, “sit on my cock, love.” 

She almost jumped at the pet name, beaming him an already fucked out smile, before giving him her back and starting to lower down. 

“Wait,” when she was just halfway in she stopped, suddenly realizing this wasn’t their usual position, “how are we doing this?” 

“Do you trust us?” He replied, kissing her shoulder gently, his hand still gripping her waist to keep her in place. 

“Yeah,” she whispered, looking up at Johnny. 

“Then don’t worry and just relax,” he reassured her, hands caressing her waist gently. 

She nodded, and sank down completely, head rolling back, already feeling full. 

“You stretch me so good, sir,” she moaned, turning her face to kiss his neck. 

“And you’re going to be stretched out even more, love,” Johnny said, squirting a fair amount of lube on his cock too. 

She gulped, staring at his big throbbing cock. Taking him was always harder than the others but she couldn’t help but water at the sight and the idea of being filled by him. Johnny always felt good and was also the one who could keep his thrusts precise till the very end, always delivering breathtaking orgasms.  He probably was the most selfless, always putting her pleasure before his. 

Jaehyun’s hands grabbing her knees and pushing them up against her chest, leaving her completely exposed to the night air, brought her back, out of her thoughts. So that was how they were going to do... Lord.

“Are sure you can take it?” Johnny asked, his tip resting against her clit, left hand caressing her cheek gently. 

She fought the urge to roll her eyes, not really in the mood for a punishment, and answered, “Yes, it’s not the first time.” 

“Jade, I don’t care about the other times,” he said. “Can you now?” 

She nodded vigorously and tried to move her hips closer to him but the movement made her move up and down on Jaehyun’s cock that hit inside of her and she had to fight back a moan.

“If you do something like this again, we’re leaving you here, like a horny, unsatisfied mess,” Jaehyun threatened. “Got it?” he asked, tugging her hair, pulling it back. 

“Yes, sir.” 

“I’m going in,” Johnny said, one hand resting against Jaehyun’s shoulder to find balance the other around his cock to push into her. 

She closed her eyes, feeling tears crowd at the corners of her eyes as he made his way into her, slowly, always careful not to hurt her, but, when she glanced down and realized he was barely half in, she cursed. 

“Are you okay?” He asked, hand caressing her face. 

She nodded. “Just, push in, please,” she begged. She wanted to get used to it as soon as possible, she needed to feel them. They had been teasing the whole day, well Johnny had, and she still didn’t have a taste. 

So he did, pushed till his pubis pressed against her mound and their forehead touched. 

Jaehyun let out a groan, feeling Johnny’s against the thin wall of her body and let his head fall back against the headboard. 

“Move please,” she pleaded. 

“As you wish,” Johnny said before starting to move, letting out a shaky moan at the sensation of her wet walls pulsing around him and Jaehyun's dick press against him. 

“Fuck, so tight,” he moaned, head falling against her shoulder, kissing and biting on the skin, making her throw her head back. “Feels good?” He asked, raising his face to stare at her wrecked face, some spit and probably some cum too, still covering small patches of her face and neck, the hairline was damp and her lips were parted, desperately searching for air, her eyes were closed but from the wet lashes, Johnny could see she had shed some tears. 

She hummed in response, biting her lips to muffle the loud sounds that were threatening to leave her mouth. It didn’t last long though, because at her answer, Jaehyun, finally, started to rock his hips up into her, adding more stimulation.

“Fuck,” she cursed, lifting her head up, hands finding Johnny’s biceps to steady herself, nails digging in his skin. 

Johnny pressed against her body more, burying himself even deeper as the two men easily found a steady rhythm, alternating being inside her. It was amazing how well they worked together, always in unison making her head spin a thousand miles. 

“Lean back against me, love,” Jaehyun cooed, hand leaving the back of her knee to rest around her neck.

She leaned into his touch, squeezing her eyes shut, feeling tears roll down her cheeks when they started to go faster and occasionally thrust into her at the same time, stretching her perfectly. Not only the stimulation was amazing but being pressed between her biggest boyfriends, completely enveloped by their bodies, made her stomach tighten.

“You’re doing so good, baby girl,” Johnny praised, grabbing her ankles to make them rest on his shoulder, being now able to go even deeper. 

“Daddy, fuck,” she cursed, voice higher than usual, her nails digging again into his arms making him hiss in discomfort. 

“Shh, you can take it, we know you can,” he reassured, leaning down to kiss her moans away. 

“I’m gonna come,” she cried in the kiss, feeling the knot in her stomach get tighter. 

“We’re not there, yet,” Jaehyun warned, hand leaving her neck to reach for her clit, “but I know you can come twice, right?” 

She let out a loud whine, nodding mindlessly. 

“Good girl, you waited all day for this, haven’t you?” He teased, skilled fingers playing on her sensitive bud of nerves. "Letting Taeyong fuck you because you need this like you need air." 

And she couldn’t hold it anymore, his voice and hands were what she needed to let go and let the orgasm wash over, shamelessly moaning loudly before Johnny’s hand wrapped around her neck and squeezed, tight enough to restrict the flow of air but not enough to hurt. She felt her muscles shake and for a moment felt close to passing out, but Jaehyun was kissing her jaw and neck, and Johnny was spilling praises against her ears she couldn’t really make out, too fucked up and deep into an orgasm that seemed to last forever. 

When it finally passed, she had no time to catch her breath, the two men were still thrusting up into her, their broad and fit bodies squeezing her in a mess of sweat and cum, making her feel incredibly small but so safe, no matter the vulnerability of the moment. 

“Fuck, taking our cocks so well,” Jaehyun praised, one hand closing around her breast, playing with her incredibly hard nipple, “you were made just for us, right?” 

“Yeah,” she nodded, “just yours,” she mumbled. Which made Yuta snicker from behind them, it was absurd how possessive Jaehyun would get during sex, but it was still funny to see how their dynamics completely shifted in and out of the bedroom. And also, he had no time to say anything, too lost watching them, trying to not jack off like a horny teenage boy, but it was harder than expected because they were oh so hot, and Taeyong on his side already gave in and hearing his soft muffled whimpers didn’t help. 

“Look at how pretty you look like this,” Johnny teased, thumb tracing the mascara stains on her cheeks, a shy smile plastered on her face as she felt another orgasm menacing to explode. 

“I’m close,” she moaned, head pressing against the crook of Jaehyun’s neck. 

“Don’t you dare come yet,” he groaned, hips pistoning into her at an inhumane speed. 

“But, sir,” she whined, honestly more impressed they were still able to keep going and cursing their great stamina. 

“Quiet,” he shut her up, hand wrapping around her neck pressing like Johnny did before. “Want to be a good girl for us?” 

She nodded, not able to talk, because of his hand, because she was too lost in the moment and could only think about them fucking her over and over. 

“Then let us fuck your holes and come when we say,” he finished, voice deep and hoarse. 

“But,” she tried to retort again but his hands ran under the nape of her hair and pulled harshly. 

“Come and I’ll put a vibrator into you at the highest speed and won't allow you to come till you pass out,” he whispered in her ears, only for her to hear. 

Knowing he was one to keep promises, or ‘threats’, she nodded and tried to relax in their touch, trying to squeeze the muscles down there to hold the orgasm here. 

“Is it too much for you, angel?” Johnny teased, and the contrast between the mockery in his tone and the sweet name made her whine louder. 

“Look at how dumb you look, can’t even form a phrase for how much you love taking us,” Jaehyun mocked too, pinching her chin. She was by now just a whimpering mess, every inch of her skin was oversensitive and all of her senses felt amplified. The hot weather didn’t help at all, making her feel even more tired than usual. And their hands ravished her body, finally giving her the physical contact she had been craving all night, their lips biting and kissing her skin, hungry and needy for more. She felt wrecked, but there was something so exciting about being abandoned at their thrust, letting them fuck into her without trying to meet their strokes or holding onto them. 

“We can stop if it’s too much,” Johnny proposed with a smirk on his face. 

“No!” she screamed, shaking her head mindlessly. “Need you here,” she stuttered, trying hard to put words together. “Need you to fill me up.” 

“Fuck,” Jaehyun cursed, hand squeezing tighter around her neck again, and looked up at Johnny, silently signalling him that he was close and that was the moment to do what they had planned earlier. 

Johnny nodded and pressed his hand on her lower abdomen, pushing down making her jolt in surprise, her inside getting incredibly tight.

“What are you doing, daddy?” She asked, voice shaking. 

He didn’t answer, instead, Jaehyun’s fingers reached for her clit again and her breath faltered. 

“I –” she moaned, “I can’t take it anymore,” she cried, hand reaching for Jaehyun’s hair behind her, tugging tightly. “I need to come.” 

“We know,” Jaehyun replied, “Can you squirt for us, love?” 

She was surprised at first but then got it, of course, they wanted her to squirt. She nodded frenetically, honestly already feeling the different type of orgasm approaching before Jaehyun told her anything. 

“Then come all over our cocks and we’re going to fill you with our cum,” Johnny said, pushing more against her belly while Jaehyun’s fingers started to move faster and their thrusts kept the steady rhythm. 

She finally let go, feeling the orgasm wash over, this time completely different than the others, it was more intense and hit harder while a jet of transparent liquid squirted out of her, triggering Johnny’s orgasm too as he tried his best to not slip out of her and came inside. Soon after Jaehyun followed, not holding anymore when her ass clenched around him, coating her walls with white. And as he reached his orgasm, still thrusting in, the movement kept making her squirt, Johnny pulled out and started moving his tip on her swollen opening, making her jet hard and messily, cum squirting all over her boobs and his abs and probably also landing on Jaehyun. 

“No more,” she begged with a string of voice, trying to push her legs closed, and they stopped. Johnny let her legs down, letting her rest on top of Jaehyun who was still inside, going soft, finally making her gaping hole breathe a little bit. 

“Fuck,” Yuta cursed from behind them, cleaning his cum covered hand with a napkin. “You can do all that?” 

She was too tired to answer, her eyelids felt heavy on her eyes and she tried to turn around and cover her body in Jaehyun’s embrace, he wrapped his arms around her, and patted her hair, trying to help her calm her irregular breath.  

“Never done that with you?” Johnny teased, running a hand through his hair and stretching his back and legs, yes, he had great stamina but fuck, that was tiring.  

“Clearly not,” Yuta muttered, side-eyeing his American boyfriend. 

“Hey,” Jaehyun shook her lightly, “don’t fall asleep, love.” 

“I’m tired,” she mumbled, trying to stick closer to him.

“Let me pull out of you at least,” he whispered, both arms gently wrapping around her waist to lift her up, his cock falling limp on his thigh while cum started to drip out of her and stick between their bodies. “You did so good, love,” he praised as she turned to the side, face buried in his neck, and he couldn’t mind all the cum leaking against his legs.

“Hey, angel,” Johnny called, hands brushing her hair behind, stroking her cheeks softly, “such a good girl for us, took us so well.” 

She hummed mindlessly, enjoying the warmth of Jaehyun’s body and the gentleness behind his touch. He was probably the roughest in bed but as soon as they snapped out of it he turned as sweet as candy, surely the most whipped of the three. Johnny always made fun of him saying that she could’ve punched him and he wouldn’t even try to move to the side to avoid getting hit.  

“Love,” Jaehyun called again, feeling her getting heavier, “we need to clean you up, you’re a mess.” 

“I can’t stand up,” she mumbled against his skin. 

“I’ll carry you to the bathroom, okay?” She mumbled something he couldn’t get, anyway, he stood up, carrying her in bridal style and started walking toward the door. 

“Come in, it’s getting cold, I don’t want you to catch something,” Jaehyun said to the others as he opened the kitchen back door and entered the house. 

Johnny rolled his eyes but nodded, turning around to grab their clothes, the lub and the glass, and Taeyong who was almost as tired as her. 

“She won’t walk tomorrow,” Yuta stated, closing the door behind once they were all in, locking it with the keys and pushing the curtains over the window pane. 

“Skt, so dramatic,” Johnny replied, throwing her broken panties in the bin, and placing the glass in the sink. 

“It’s true though, you two always push her so much,” Yuta retorted.

“Says the one that ties her up and gags her at every good occasion,” Johnny joked, pushing him playfully. 

“Okay, fair, but hey, I'm just one.” 

“We’re almost done, resist just a little bit more,” Jaehyun cooed, passing the wet sponge between her legs, trying to not stimulate her more. She must’ve felt incredibly sensitive there and he didn’t want to see her pass out. “You did so good before, I was honestly surprised you lasted that much,” he affirmed in a caring, soft tone. 

She chuckled, cupping a hand on his cheek. “Don’t believe in my skills?” She asked before bursting into a laugh. 

“If I didn’t take all the beers out of your grab I would bet you are drunk,” he smiled, closing the water and opening the doors of the shower. “Also, I was just impressed by how good you are,” he added, wrapping a towel around his waist. 

She smiled softly, “I love you,” she whispered, fingers poking his cheek. 

“Love you, too,” he replied, leaving a quick kiss on her lips.  

“By the way,” she started, when he lifted her out of the shower, pulling the bathrobe around her body, “this afternoon, was Johnny and Yuta’s idea.” 

Jaehyun laughed, pulling her close, carrying her out of the bathroom like before to reach the others. “I know, love. I know.” 

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